Published January 20, 2009
Hypnotic hands
Sought forth from thine waste lands
Let the blood seep from thine ears
Heareth not the maggots lair
Hidden beneath your elastic skin
Color tinged with thine eyes ran green
Wretched child seeking toxic crayons
End thine suffering shakes
Faster Now
Lets not waste
The black wont last
Just let it run its course
The booming sounds of screaming hooves
Follow not the butterflies
Their flutters die
To quickly when thrown
Into clashing hands
Quickly Now
The blood wont dry tonight
Don't waste the drums time
I want to see you break bones
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