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Feb 2014
Why so quiet?
Screamed the girl
Why not take my head for a whirl?
Rip it off and count the rings,
then fill my face with
pretty things.

So quiet
I'm quiet
Why quiet?
Who'd buy it?

Swap action figures
for barbies *****.
Why the **** is
****** rude?  
Rip out my lungs
fill them with lead.
Attempt to preach to
me who's dead.

Taboo Taboo
The human stew.
And a graveyard landscape
filled the one she drew.
The face they grew was
filled with lies, when
they asked her what
she'd placed inside.

Bide bide bide
your time
Wait wait wait
for crime.
Unmarried tainted bride,
now God's dolls are out
to play,
save the number 666
Lock it deep away.
Pray.

You're crazy now
So lazy now,
You work yourself
to death.
Fill yourself with inadequacy
until your last life's lying breath.

Bereft Bereft
and filled with dirt,
your empathy is as pure
as Kurdt's.
You're so inert.
Don't act so hurt,
assert yourself and
'Pray'.

That your mood for
speech will wash
itself away
in holiest water
Soak your skin
of a sinner's
daughter.

Try to forget what
they've taught her.

Soak Soak
away til
wrinkles fill your
lust strewn eyes,
try not to act
like you're surprised.

Only God's can cure a fate,
which lies within you,
purely innate.
Life's a Beach
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