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Kick him in the stomach, he won’t feel a thing Tug, pull and stomp on him, he won’t bat an eye Hurl a sucker punch and I dare you he cries, dump it away once done, it’s just a thing It won’t wince one claimed; I also hear he sings? I hear nothing come out, maybe just kick him hard Oh, what a useless toy, one gasped, such a lard Trash him away once done, it’s just a thing I hear he can smell, breathe and even think? Why not cut him open and tromp on his heart? His heart beats for real? Sigh, such a façade! Let’s bury it away once done, it’s just a thing Let’s ****** and torture and a bit of smothering Is he dead? Oh no, tighten the noose Such wild beings should not be left out loose Burn it down to ashes once done, it’s just a thing Some dreams were shattered, devoid of everything It felt one time, but not anymore Does it still breathe? Yes, what a chore! They were done, and everyone, and long lived the thing
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
The Thing
Kick him in the stomach, he won’t feel a thing Tug, pull and stomp on him, he won’t bat an eye Hurl a sucker punch and I dare you he cries, dump it away once done, it’s just a thing It won’t wince one claimed; I also hear he sings? I hear nothing come out, maybe just kick him hard Oh, what a useless toy, one gasped, such a lard Trash him away once done, it’s just a thing I hear he can smell, breathe and even think? Why not cut him open and tromp on his heart? His heart beats for real? Sigh, such a façade! Let’s bury it away once done, it’s just a thing Let’s ****** and torture and a bit of smothering Is he dead? Oh no, tighten the noose Such wild beings should not be left out loose Burn it down to ashes once done, it’s just a thing Some dreams were shattered, devoid of everything It felt one time, but not anymore Does it still breathe? Yes, what a chore! They were done, and everyone, and long lived the thing
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31/M/Sydney
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
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