HIS mind must be striped down.
HIS heart must be unsinkable,
HIS eyes must see for miles, in
a place called dark.
HIS legs must walk thrue a
stampede, and come out with
two bloody feet.your bloody
feet.
HIS mood shovels these words
into his mouth, and waits for
as answer, any answer.
And just like the snap of two
fingers, its over.
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