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finally, peace.

the dead little cheese eating rat

is dead,

tomorrow he'll be back again.

salt of blue,

scum of blue

forgot the little nancy.

time had stooped low,

picking up the pieces of the night.

shower ash upon him,

sterilise in to knots.

trip upon delusions

of difference and power.

but unfortunately you are equal,

a spitting image.

wishing well, truly,

even when you try to fuck.

even when you sucked me off

when i was sleeping.

what's mine and mine

is all of yours,

only wish you'd asked.

never stabbed in the back,

very few expectations now.

falling to the void makes sense

just as much the phoenix game.

compliments,

am i pretty boy to you?

sadly i am prettier than you.

cold earth covers gorgeous eyes.

who dies first victorious,

they become the humble

who beat the test

and left us human.

they become complete,

alien concept to you.

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