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Oh, how the alarm clock goes I flex my arms and curl my toes The night air creeps through an open window I feel the chill of it funnel into my room and grow I am the harvester of vitality Reaping the seeds of death that I sow They lie on their beds with unignited fright They are a disease to my crops, an unwelcome blight I strike them off this field of light Seeing the gore drip, I just have to laugh This is my yield A 2 AM bloodbath
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
2 AM Bloodbath
Oh, how the alarm clock goes I flex my arms and curl my toes The night air creeps through an open window I feel the chill of it funnel into my room and grow I am the harvester of vitality Reaping the seeds of death that I sow They lie on their beds with unignited fright They are a disease to my crops, an unwelcome blight I strike them off this field of light Seeing the gore drip, I just have to laugh This is my yield A 2 AM bloodbath
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
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