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Chicken nuggies

Driven by the things about.
or ready to crash into your doubts.  
never ready to look you in the eye'
to give you what you deserve.  
  
   
Dare to dream,  
or stay in this nightmare.  
   
Dealing you.  
Reaping you.  
Unrelenting disdain towards you.  
Gunning for you by the masses.  
Shooting you up.  
   
   
Ever since I was a lad.  
Smell of your piss on my jackets.  
Kicked my ass and called a faggot by the masses.  
   
For the time being I wanted to cease all of your being, for wanting me to stop being proud of myself.    
   
27 years.    
   
Motherfuckers.  
   
   
But now for the time being, happy places see them engulfed in flames, put out by piss, with the same candor.    
   
Won't let you hold each other down, To my line of sight you are finally massless.    
   
So which one is it?  
Poision, bullets, or fire?  
   
    I'll give you some time while I munch on  Lucy's pussy as she kisses the blue meanie.Thinking about why killing you is an actual bad thing. 3 days or more  sobriety is like "What the fuck do you care?"    
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
Written by DestroyerOfUranus (Des.)
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Author's Note
One of those days I guess.
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