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Two lines underneath the last
Chris
you can see me on the porch,
 pacing back and forth,
 huffing butane
 from a short torch,
and then you came
and inside
i
scorched
around
 my
    core
im cornered
by a force
as i move towards
a brand new course
and of course
im more important
then the four horse men
im more futile
then a new trial
for a new child
about to be
spewed out
by an abortion
thats being recorded
for snuff porno
before its stored
and shipped off
to new Orleans
good lord
is this kid distorted
to the brim
of contortion
a last resort
before conformity
escorts
him to a new
importance


Tags: epic


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