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So boiled,  burnt alive or frozen stiff The ice will split my skin and crack and bleed The water melts my skull, I feel it drip So Burn the witch.  If left or Right. Don't care. I  like the smell of burning flesh. It's nice. And rage is powerful, used like A bullet aimed precisely at the heart. Instead we're spraying, like a child at play. We hit an artery allowing us to dance offbeat in blood, so maggots crawl Away.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
The world is on Fire within ice
So boiled,  burnt alive or frozen stiff The ice will split my skin and crack and bleed The water melts my skull, I feel it drip So Burn the witch.  If left or Right. Don't care. I  like the smell of burning flesh. It's nice. And rage is powerful, used like A bullet aimed precisely at the heart. Instead we're spraying, like a child at play. We hit an artery allowing us to dance offbeat in blood, so maggots crawl Away.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
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