Building is gone. Dust. Oklahoma shit
you could know the road & slip- it's skull fracture
Welcome to where the wolves gather
Where we're all dead inside but your pulse flatter
Quick to get heated like cold shatter
America's great, airital sprays & dull laughter
When I spit that underground, the moles scatter
Full platter with boar guts. Y'all kids is video games & sore thumbs
Which tree you swing from when morn comes?
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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