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Out to Lynch

we're bitter, we're twisted
we're going for a Sunday lynch

to spread the pain
let's see
who's there
he'll do, he's  in reach

so catch him now, that you can
a cowards chance to feed

tuck in, give it hurt
and more
for a thrill deep in your becoming
supply his final need

woh fuh thuck, crack
that was his head

now on a roll
and to celebrate

all come over with overcome
come on, and claim your dead

beneath pronouncement of, by ascendant
your now royalled and more urgent, ejaculate
Written by MeeHow
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