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Mar 2014
I would take out a bow
sharpen it like a blade
and play your body
until you've bled out

if I thought there was
any real music in you

now, all I want to do

is dance around you
like I'm playing the banjo
romping around a bush

singing a song
with no words

just la-da-daa
da-da-daaaaaa

daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa­a

daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

pluck, ****
**** and pluck some more


light you on fire
and say,

yes,

I see now why you might be blind

yet the bush was already on fire!

if only I had enough **** to put it out


but it's dry

the **** bush is so **** dry


you're on your own friend

'cause you're far too far


from the river


I could use a drink myself
Lupo De Inimicus
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