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Bloodshot eyes, missing sleep,
running out of patience.
I know you mean well but this pain
goes into my deepest cell.

Stop this madness,
stop this noise.
I can’t listen to
your fraudulent voice.

Flesh hammer prophecy,
a new kind of prodigy!

Staccato interlude,
your entrails I will extrude.
Ripping off your barefaced smile
an activity so worthwhile.

Why, just why you don’t
shut your goddamn trap?
This will be worse than
craving a blasting cap.

Try to hide your
worthless creature,
you should listen
to my sober voice.

Flesh hammer prophecy,
a new kind of prodigy!

Staccato interlude,
your entrails I will extrude.
Ripping off your barefaced smile
an activity so worthwhile.

Smashing your stupid face,
your porous bones I’ll interlace.
Consuming your last hope,
your death is my dope.

Your death is my dope!

Flesh hammer prophecy,
a new kind of prodigy!
IQ 183 means I am
completely free.

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