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Bound and gagged |
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Yet professing the importance of these putrid regurgitations |
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Dangling above the precipice |
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Fate, tragic and deserved, lies below |
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Vacuous and nightmarish |
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Docile and servile |
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Kiss that which feeds and fucks |
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Devoured, defiled |
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We hang |
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Choking ourselves on this rank vomit |
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Seems we can't get enough |
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Gorging on this stale repetition |
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For time does not exist to us |
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And when the gag is removed, sodden and rancid |
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Mouths will remain agape |
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Like baby birds, trusting and needy |
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Even as the rope is cut |
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Dead eyes long for the normality |
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Long for the masochism |
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And set free the sadist in us all |
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Open wide because this better be worth it |
