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My Violence


Youth has run out
A young boy
Filled with hope and joy

Aged on the vine
Made into poison with time

I have listened and heard
Every part of me burns

Did it for the money
Did it for the pleasure
Did it for no reason
Did it for my ego

Raw from the pain
It’s nothing to me
I can go where you won’t
It’s nothing to me

All of the chaos I made in this life
Blood for the bounty
A chain and a knife

I ripped though the skin
And saw the middle soft-pink
Fleshy and helpless
Disgustingly weak

The anger breathes holy
For my violence to be

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