A bullet through my eye
Turpitude
The name of call
Slowly steadily dies.
Retrograde expanses
Pandering to become
Limp and soulless
Sisters of doth
Mothers of emptiness
The children of the open
Tourniquet spinners
Spiders crawling
Upside down into pipes
Created in the boxes
On the corners of giants
Who care not
About the
Insubordination required
Next of kin
Fathers of a hopeless nation
Falling onto your scissors
Gouging
Keeping up with Mr. You
Here it is
A Rat poker lollipop
Created of lust
And greed
For your body
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