R.I.P. Poem by Patrick Bateman
R.I.P.
Rip out the muscle that feeds
Feast on the one that bleeds
Consume my vitality
Suspend my ability
Arrest your purity
(Let your mind be at ease)
Make believe that you can see
All of my adversity
It doesn't matter to me
That you will not succeed
Get out of my head please
And let me
R est
I n
P eace.
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