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In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavemous orifice asphyxiated form
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Washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomimed parting in
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parts the trial of the worm
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Sew the lid closed cough and spit into your poalm with charitable charm
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Slap the bad mans wrist insist disarm
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Do the math the path is a narrow one it led me down to a cold and shallow grave
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On my tombstone I read the epitaph "Here lies a man who lived and died a slave"
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Till the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious distresses
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Serve the right foot raw so flawed undressed
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Semi conscious concentration Christmas cards and suffocation
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Ambulances beckon bodies tires squealing sirens wailing
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Ambulance Chaser
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