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Crawl

Doctors, dealers, onion-peelers
Help me find my face within the crowd;
Evil semen, swarm of demons
Crawls across my mind like a storm-cloud.

Father-killers, mother-fuckers
Line the halls of history without end;
Arsehole-lickers, nipple-suckers,
We do not evolve, we just descend.
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