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the stench of your lies

bares stark weight

like 6 feet of dirt upon my casket

as I asphyxiate in my pitch black hell.

With wings your cursed smile rains

down on me

with shattered glass teeth

as you splash igniting emotions

upon my pyre;

As I pop like a tick

left under a lighter

-too long