it was rude to call me, faggot, imma get your ribs to crackin
make a voodoo doll and stab it til death really lets you have it
.. underneath the caveat lies a crevice, between lobby levels,
floorboards where breathless hordes of bodies are stored for essence,
I'll see your voodoo presence, and up it: leverage.
I'll take the needle premise: Fish, Albert. Hammer, needles, pelvis.
Ahh relief. I'm present. Now I'm a focused menace.
I own the keys to your heaven like I'm Doe from Se7en,
wid' an unholstered weapon.
Last edited by Illume; 05-20-2015 at 11:09 PM.
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