Inner self betwixt
twisted encounters
engines triggers
outer corrupted
hideousness.
Hate your guts
as well as my guts
as well as god's guts
as well as every god's guts
everything that's sacred
I despise.
In spite of all the phonies
loonies that inhabit my
dermis,
I myself extorted
the very core of my sickness
and the russian roulette
will take a ride
everytime I say
you won't take away
the feeling of being young.
Ain't young no more.
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