If you walk away, I’ll walk away.
And if danger spells doom I might say:
Who was the crimp
that hacked the chip hemp?
My many sepulchers thirst for more blood.

I didn’t real-ize the amount,
of death that there was in this town.
Well ever-y day,
I could not shoot to say,
but when fall through happens kill two.

Millie found milk on the farm,
and her grandpa had gray and stretchy new arms.
Well, where did she find,
the gallant drain mime?
Who knew, but under, nay, fie!

An inter-ject-shun of the mind.
A slice of disgust, in a pitiful mine.
Well who could you blame,
when each try will singe flame;
mild in humor and insipidity.

Green gulls in fire-toned holes.
A musty, yellow, and mint-flavored stole.
While gathering truths,
one hence became sleuth
so pull at me, pull at me.

An end to the madness of men.
That’s what this goal calls for, but how could it- have been?!
My brain betrays sanity,
and it betrays it.
So grind my goals, kill the trolls.

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