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if i had a gun in my handz, i'd shoot you for i was completely drenched in that hatred.
moist, sticky, redness pervading under my feet
crimson fluid's comin' out from ur reservoir-like mouth, that center of all evil remarks,
never expected dat joy i'd ever have.
in fact, i'm not that guilty since u've been walking along the side of devilish gap
itz hollowness's howling loundly to passing through my ears
i yet blocked them away.
nothing's heard and hurt
safe and sound i'm living
afresh in my game, tranquillity seems my particinpant
relations illuminated through that clearness once we had
whereas not a poem i'll ever make so perfectly
mind and tongue are the only tools i require in debate
alas, i missed the chance to make all my wishes come true
a nightmare i'm dreaming while a reverie is now what im longing for...