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Sep 2022
It’s not just the pursuit
But the chance of failing
Just like a parachute,
Soul carcass hurtling toward earth
With arms flailing
Like having a dispute
With an all of the sudden insignificant other
On a train suddenly derailing
It’s a witches trial
A ****** hile
Or the devil’s smile
As they **** you with kindness
Preying on the praying mind’s mess
Preaching ignorant blindness
As the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria go sailing
Right up to your hut door
The peace you once knew before
Swiftly taken like Vlad’s impaling
But before my soul dips and attempts bailing
I’ll haunt you like the most vicious ghost
**** with your appliances and burn your toast
Get your lighthouse keeper sauced and tossed
On the fog ridden lost Coast
As you decide which Genocide
That you side with the Most
Some people need sleep, some sleople eat sheep, count them while they weep, let’s make a deal, instead of dead baby cow, we’ll call it veal, see that euphemistic way of speaking just seals the appeal like a wild safari **** just got real, don’t call it fried dead squid we’re eating calamari that way everybody gets to enjoy the party.
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