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Evil Bastards

     
I'm a murderer      
killed with my ink    
     
half aborted words    
that should be flushed    
are walking around    
crazy and demented    
in need of straight jackets    
     
they scream out their agony    
acid burned    
skin hanging from bone    
     
teeth like razors    
fuck with the hardest minds    
evil little things    
     
I won't hide my bastards    
I'm proud of them    
born of illicit affairs    
with demons past and present    
     
I parade these beasts    
shove them down your throat    
until you vomit      
     
hate me yes! 
it's better to die a bitch    
than live a flowery, shit covered lie    
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 20th Sep 2016
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