Hobbled, by these heavy ideas,
i roll up my sleeves, and i kick
the devel right in the gut, and i
dont miss, im tired i scream, of
your cold and perverted ways,
take your trash some where eles,
and move off this street, you take
this life and love, and burn it untill
theres only pain, and a nervous
laughter.
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