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A Lunatics Dream

Little man blue stop blowing your horn,

rip your face so you won't blow no more.

Drag your body to an open unmarked grave,

No head stones, so will you rot where you lay.

No one to see you or no one to miss you.

 

Saw you today, who's that woman and kids that had kissed you.

Creep inside your home and into your bed room,

**** everyone on site with a sharp broken broom.

I laugh as blood spills and bodies lay,

I'm in the mood for one more **** once again I say.

**** the little boy who saw everything,

I stopped and I woke up I was just Dreaming of things!

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juan-zavala
American
Published
Jun 17, 2010
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