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to the plague
my brain

i put the pen to the pad
until the drains

cuz are colossal
not docile

infectious a brothel
no need to get

calling all
united we

they bleeding out they
i'm with hands

throwing combinations
devastation

i just your soul

feel the
tickle &

over your mind
& taking

a savage on a rampage
war is all that i

feeding hungry
defeating all your

art
the pain
a you can use

art
the pain
a you can use

from the i wake
it rains

so i scribble on the
& reality

i the scottish moors
pagans on forest floors

test the
& up thunderstorms

i hunt with
& with satyrs

conquer in a day
& battle invaders

infested with
this is shit

all these traitors in the
while the drips

words burn their
like old roach

as i
infected by

art
the pain
a you can use

art
make the
a you can use

i liberate the devils in my
the paragraphs crafted by my pen

these drip on the page
my blind, children of rage

i coulda took a bat to the of his head
or dropped a napalm on the bed as she slept

but i
& wrote it instead

at least now you
who you're with

i'm
but i'm

weak
& i'm built for the

serv

art
the pain
a you can use

art
make the
a you can use