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Villains








Villains





Sitting, currently/
Wishing hurriedly/
Fixes heard the screams/
Of bored pissy persons we/
Clicked and burdened with/
No more trips and perfectly/
Placed distractions gripping pertinent/
Visions burning green/
With envy/
Assembly/
Lines clipping birdie's wings/
For spending/
Time with a family that you're missing, hurting these/
People, they bitch, unfurling strings/
Dismiss the hurdles we/
Face with a frisky girl and weed/
Tricks, unworthy schemes/
Of a devilish trade/
Penciling faith/
In sometime between treacherous games/
And venomous spray/
At a blessing you prayed/
For maybe seven or eight/
Times every day/
I cant settle and wait/
For the endless parade/
To begin, a tender brigade/
Of reckless and dang-/
Erous feckless deranged/
Cowards with a semblance of strange/
Wrestle the fade-/
D guns from them and display/
The metal you take/
And lift, show your mental disdain/
Because you're stronger than the bent out of shape/
Lives you thirst for, quench it and take/
Them, with eager vigor/
Seize the liquor/
Itll leave you quicker/
But beat and sickly/
When the Sun beams and hits you/
Dont cling to simple/
Things like pillars/
Of greed and cigarr-/
Ettes, but preach and hit the/
Ground running, scream and sprint for/
The pearly gates/
But hurry, fate/
Is turning straight/
At you, diseased with ichor/
A cleaner picture/
It's not what villains get/
Simple shit/
Like dinner, fix-/
Ings and licorice/
Wont hit your lips/
We have pistol whipp-/
Ings and crippling kicks/
We're slick and fit/
But still despic-/
Able when the shit that hits/
The fan begins to split/
And cover our innocence/
Insolent/
Take that bandaid and rip it stiff-/
Ly off, take the wound and dip it in/
To the rippling mist/
On the bubbling top/
Of this ugly pond/
Boiling and indiscriminate/
Little kids/
Caught in adult bodies/
One tall ody-/
Ssey leaves us dumb, caught, walking/
In no direction but towards assault, dropping/
When a punch starts crawling/
Towards your fist, lunge, stop drawing/
Your guns, not wanting/
The effects of a blunt heart stopping/
Crunch, stall, lodge these/
Facts in your head, clutch our paltry/
Beads and pray, to God all these/
Empty nights/
Upsetting lies/
And deadly cries/
Because then He might/
Dump all charges/


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