My candid a sea

You earned a visceral suck
A neverending taste of semen
Cold steel gun in mouth
Pull that fuck
And lay there bleeding

I am the the trees
Hear the wind in me
Whistling

You are bound
I am to be.

Hastily the perdition
Beckons thee.

Robbing rights
The left is not free

All the words falling
dead forest floor
Pill popping. Stalling
Burden of a hungry whore

Still buying smoldering decay
The cost your bits
Someone will always pay
In teeth the twist
Pull up and push into veins

Political secular house of
The song remains

2020 vision the same

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