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It creeps up on you, this soft decay. On Tuesdays the words get caught in the dream catchers. My bedroom a litany of strange music and moans. A woman crooning from the Victrola and voices carrying through the wallpaper. Despite everything, there is always ache. All hanging lights and star charts. My mother's face haloed and strange as she reaches to turn out the lamp. We huddle under blankets while the ice thaws in my father's whiskey. Vats of face cream like canopic jars and limbs of broken mannequins bending towards the light. All the brass keys lost in my body's curves and folds, the vacuum bags choked with ash. How lovely I sat in the longing while crosses dangled from my ears and the blinds choked out all the light. I'll remember the moans and Marlboros at your lips, Sister's endless collecting, the wooden trays dripping with candle wax and porcelain birds. The terrible terrible pink hearts of their mouths.

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What is badness demon tactics
fear and screams laughter in Hell turn Heaven into tears sadness pain
the smell of blood shake the earth walk with death desolate Caribbean soul
 
Ten rounds man down what do evil? when mother's affection is no more
when gun pebble hotter than fresh brimstone on demand

boredom and provocation idle hands in darkness and depression
the compelling voice of my tranquil soul ready for genocide war and fun

left alone to fester in rejection and hatred to master the devils lectures
a lifetime of black manhood classes it's not me it's always fucking me

to put my thought at ease the blood of my enemies at the tip of my cutting edge
to breathe your last breath and exhale peace of mind before you leave this place

sip my coffee black no milk no sweet just weed and cocaine
time to drink spirits no chaser as I find my idle hands more murder to repeat

Taurus blood the most peaceful fury infiltrate feed and eliminate everything
Heaven passport grave tickets tokens to the underworld complimentary rides to Hell

I beseech myself to run from me and don't trip consumed in total darkness already
who gives a fuck when nothing matters and never felt like it has to anyone just me

let the living dead join the dead for there is no christ in you to rise headless carcass
no war just killing for making innocent victims and victims dead all the same

2023 fuck the fryer and the flame you can't jump if your dead and you know it
slew them physically spiritually and in-between merciless beings without spirit

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