Sunday, June 3, 2012

Garden sheers

Slice my throat with garden sheers
Join my social echelon and it's menial tier
Rip my insides to shreds
Feed on them with your filthy heads
Medusa, turn me to stone
I'll tear you down off that throne
Open your mouth wide
Let those secrets die
Or continue being sick
and I'll castrate you with one prick

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