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Alive.
no exit out of grounds, where to go?
you can't run, and why do you got to?
you living; so dick who you want to do.
cause in the end, we all fucked me-you.
and the end,
never bends.
never lends.
does it end?
he shot a policeman- he killed his thirst.
so they couldn't kill him- he shot em first.
"i won't die", he who laughed til he cried.
except he did; they say, today, he died.
but i say, he expired years ago.
when the fear burned him alive.
cockroaches eating at his toe.
there was nothing left to rive.
spear your beating intestines,
before they tine at your spine.
bin and give in; outlive your sin.
you can run on the gift of spin.
that boy, he didn't kill the policeman.
he shot his childhood, his own man.
;[signed]
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