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mutilation (by Chris McCool)
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the man i am speaking for
bound to the chaotic end he is seeking
has earned too many dimes
to be the trash he has become
his fingernails have dirt underneath
just like his voice has dirt inside
manic with pressure
unstable when confronted
he doesn't like himself
just like he wants nothing you can give
he wants a witchburning for his soul
and peanuts for what it is worth
he is dumb but still responsive
and quite eager to endure the torture
so he would put aside whatever
if you promise you won't miss
my god
my own hands that i turn against me
are reflections of this bastard
i wouldn't piss on to put out the flames.
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