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Wrinkled lips leak twisted tales in your chiseled space between realities     The kids all listen to your great advice Heeding your misanthropic words and singing your praises        *"How right and noble it is to feel so glum and strive to strike down smiles with the tongue         Ma looks on as the children skin Pa to the bone          Better to receive than to give"*          They scream in monotone I sit back and watch transfixed as this transpires      Thinking on my unforgiven sins and sipping your elixir        Koolaid from the kitchen served in unwashed broken dishes         My only desire is for you to finish spinning your stories      **The lies pour forth from the intestines of a sick piglet holed up in the morgue      You couldn't be real to save your life** Your dead eyes drip crocodile tears into my glass    I watch it mix slowly and think out loud:     "You reside in Florida so I guess its appropriate"       But every puddle has it's bottom and your breath is wasted sobbing       When you're sinking just to try and float    So if you'll shut the hell up I'll be much more than happy to slit your ******* throat
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Raining Crocodile Tears Over Florida Skies
Wrinkled lips leak twisted tales in your chiseled space between realities     The kids all listen to your great advice Heeding your misanthropic words and singing your praises        *"How right and noble it is to feel so glum and strive to strike down smiles with the tongue         Ma looks on as the children skin Pa to the bone          Better to receive than to give"*          They scream in monotone I sit back and watch transfixed as this transpires      Thinking on my unforgiven sins and sipping your elixir        Koolaid from the kitchen served in unwashed broken dishes         My only desire is for you to finish spinning your stories      **The lies pour forth from the intestines of a sick piglet holed up in the morgue      You couldn't be real to save your life** Your dead eyes drip crocodile tears into my glass    I watch it mix slowly and think out loud:     "You reside in Florida so I guess its appropriate"       But every puddle has it's bottom and your breath is wasted sobbing       When you're sinking just to try and float    So if you'll shut the hell up I'll be much more than happy to slit your ******* throat
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
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