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It will get to a point Men will eat their own faces In pleasure And give their brains to their brother With glee One day, children Will be born Dead already As mothers hang flesh Like potpourri Holy martyrs mourn through Sons and daughters "Oh please, we beg you! Tell us what it means to be free" It will be the end of bliss Love is just phenylethylamine So we dismiss the notion Of Being seen No pride in being able to cry So please, sit down Eat a piece of this Zombie pie The internal quake Multiple compound breaks Bones are brittle They give, they take Soon, we will lose our sense of touch Soon, the river beds will develop sores Soon, Dr Moreau will grow a brain from spinach tufts Soon, breath will be regulated By the FDA Soon, you will sleep So, while you're still awake Don't be afraid To lick the lollipops Bleeding in the
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
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It will get to a point Men will eat their own faces In pleasure And give their brains to their brother With glee One day, children Will be born Dead already As mothers hang flesh Like potpourri Holy martyrs mourn through Sons and daughters "Oh please, we beg you! Tell us what it means to be free" It will be the end of bliss Love is just phenylethylamine So we dismiss the notion Of Being seen No pride in being able to cry So please, sit down Eat a piece of this Zombie pie The internal quake Multiple compound breaks Bones are brittle They give, they take Soon, we will lose our sense of touch Soon, the river beds will develop sores Soon, Dr Moreau will grow a brain from spinach tufts Soon, breath will be regulated By the FDA Soon, you will sleep So, while you're still awake Don't be afraid To lick the lollipops Bleeding in the
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JakkCalico
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
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