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To Worship The Concept Of Ending Another Human Being Is To Embrace Death Itself.

Botulism

Really Corrupt
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My class in rainy haze
The teacher fades slowly from the school
And all the students with him.
.

A Soldier in the hills watches
Cranes flying for southern shores
Some peace was made that day.
.

My boots, covered in thick snow
As the prisoner escapes that day
Too cold to give chase.
.


I feel like my head is going to burst.
I had dreamt I was the woman who I shot in the Civil Worker alleyway
Several nights ago, you remember
And I got up after 'I' was shot and
Wide-eyed and long-necked I followed 'myself' home
and
...

I don't want to think about it.
But I can't stop, I check every corner dark or light,
I see them waiting and
watching and laughing and staring at me
I don't know what's in store for me.
I've killed too many people. I don't know how to stop.
I don't know how to save myself. I feel possessed.
I want God to send me back thirty-one years so I can never sin again.
To wipe the slate clean, but I can't stop now, I can't
I'm not a boy anymore, I'm a man.
I am bearded, my own destiny I decide here
...

But if one can follow me,
Surely they outnumber me.
Why do they wait?
Why do they watch?
I don't know.
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
.


I need to drink tonight.
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