Fighting all these chains
To escape into a wonderland
Run free with the butterflies
Sore with the black crows

Get shot down 
With blood splattering on the ground
Hit pavement 
With your brains smeared on the concrete

Walk up to the corpse
And cut into it diagonally
Rip the guts out into the open
Smell rotten flesh

See crows pick at the insides
And let your pupils grow
Big and wide
With a sick grossest stare
Into the mangled body
That nurtures 
The maggots



































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