i'll spit on you all
and laugh as the acid
burns, and your pale cream-
caramel skin bubbles
gone, gone, gone, and so long!
tears mean little at gunpoint
and failure is a vile parasite
so by god, crawl! crawl! your
tricky trigger triggered the fall
the messiah before you, and paul
left to squirm on his stage
enjoying his spoils, a knife-bandit
and it is such a pity for my first
precious princess, to witness you mauling
the royal blood, so thin! so
i wince as she hides -- now a siren…
and i'm not dying at all.
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