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exit wound

how many 3rd eyes
to see through our plan?
(don't stop us)
(we'll leave by any means)
how many pills
to make an exit door?
leave through the top of our skulls
there was no cut
just some dried blood
like the monk annointed by death
it was a sign
that he had made it
to wherever we go
I'll take us there
fear nothing
because they fear me
and they won't stop us
I say when it's my time to go
our time
do you trust me?
I know you do
(hold the knife steady)
Written by noonenothingnone (nathan i)
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