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Owned
Never ending knife fights in the nights streets
treating people the same means their getting stabbed till they bleed
ambulances rush
but cant save our foes
we dive over the bridges to clean our clothes
the holes in their body breathe as a chest
the love in my heart beats like a slug from a baretta.
Full of myself,otherwise over confident
I piss on the police station to leave remembrance
they come out and have a remark
I smirk and wander off
arrested later for indecent exspsoure
sex offender,
12 months in the hole.
parole day comes so I grab the machete
hack up every elected public offical from here to bemdiji
hold a public dinner
“for voters only”
i serve them chili,filled with their holys
they all smile and say its delicious.
the cannibal aspect of humanity is not dead
were just more hungry for the out of scene flesh.
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