' Tis I , Beelzebub ! Hanging me ***** to dry ! ******* my name on a rock , on all fours , cackling as the raven , giggling like a hyena ..Come to set on Randolph's shoulder briefly , take his pen if you will , consolidate his anger for the evening ! Curse his guarding Angel , just as I laid waste to Armenian soldiers , Chinese diplomats and American leaders ! Childhood rhymes , medicated prose , a coiled cobra disguised as a rose ! The warm memories and feelings from childhood , a confused toddler smacked , wetting his pants ! Your candy dropped from filthy little hands , scattered , riddled with fire ants ! I'm not the slingshot received for being a good boy ! Call me the rock that killed the songbird ! I'm every bad thought flashed before the hopeless insomniac , a capsized ship filled with goodness and light ! Your sarcastic muse , stopped by for a spell , to caste demonic thought across the wishing well !
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
' Tis I , Beelzebub ! Hanging me ***** to dry ! ******* my name on a rock , on all fours , cackling as the raven , giggling like a hyena ..Come to set on Randolph's shoulder briefly , take his pen if you will , consolidate his anger for the evening ! Curse his guarding Angel , just as I laid waste to Armenian soldiers , Chinese diplomats and American leaders ! Childhood rhymes , medicated prose , a coiled cobra disguised as a rose ! The warm memories and feelings from childhood , a confused toddler smacked , wetting his pants ! Your candy dropped from filthy little hands , scattered , riddled with fire ants ! I'm not the slingshot received for being a good boy ! Call me the rock that killed the songbird ! I'm every bad thought flashed before the hopeless insomniac , a capsized ship filled with goodness and light ! Your sarcastic muse , stopped by for a spell , to caste demonic thought across the wishing well !
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