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This is completely random/
Because I need to fathom/
My needs that grab from/
Obscene distractions/
Could you even stand to/
See the havoc/
That beams and flashes/
In the meanest cracks in/
My vision, relief it crashes/
Over me as the cleanest flashes/
Of evil fascist/
Regimes and panicked/
People laugh at/
Me and rack the/
Gun deeper back and/
Release the magic/
Bullets that seem to have me/
Bleeding sadly/
Unleashed and rabid/
I'm seeking savage/
Leanings mouthing/
A demon's answers/
So please my magic/
Eager half just/
Start reaching out and/
Keep me grounded/
I'm clinging, static/
Unclean and maggots/
Writhing, indecent, scalped and/
Seething mad with/
Jesus handing/
Me the package/
To realize my ceaseless passion/
But this isn't profound/
With my nose down/
Sniffing all the low ground/
I chose how/
This would go round/
Merry and slowed, doubt/
Would throw out/
My own clout/
Those clouds/
Passing by overt now/
Are overcrow-/
Ding my throat, mouth/
And whole ounce/
Of hope, ouch/
I've spoke about/
How I've broke loud/
Barriers and choked slabs/
Of soul found/
In this loaned drought/
Doesn't offer a new zone or route/
But I'm still fucked/
I feel stuck/
With shit luck/
And an ill rumb-/
Le in my sick gut/
Ripped up/
And split from/
Inch to/
Foot, killed, drunk/
Drink spilt, front/
Down my shirt, a chilled one/
That slid, hunched/
Over and pinned, brushed/
My thin touch/
Of stunted patience/
I was debased and/
Thrust with haste in-/
To a world of muscle, training/
And public shaming/
Done with aiming/
For another place in/
Their clan of trust, embrace and/
Love and claiming/
Plus the main thing/
I've summoned lately/
Is being fucking lazy/
So I lift tons of weights with/
My hands under framing/
Me as I stand without struggle facing/
This world as its own trouble daily/
Plus I'm angry/
Undertaking/
This task from awakening/
To abducting angsty/
Parts of me that run away free/
To re-assimilate/
These existing fates/
With intrigue busting in the gates/
And keeping the ugly pacings/
From dumps and wasting/
Themselves, succumb to slavery/
Utter fables/
Undone cables/
Plunder's aching/
To become the brave thing/
In this, minus the plus of greatness/
That pulses nascent/
In the guts of ancients/


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