I used to tell myself I had a purpose. Ashing the Turkish
Axe for murders. The slabs were perfect. Amity's burning
I used to tell myself the mask was working. Hatchet? Sure thing
See the ad in person. Casual merchant. Casket's murky
Couple stabs for purchase. Chalkcaison, stock raving mad n'lurking
Boo'ing, doing communities an actual service
No surprise it's cold & dry when I'm attacking the cervix
Fuck this dead body shit
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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