::SHORT BARZ my INTRO::
Still (COLD), now I’m Gassed with words my dialect is pneumonia in Motor Oil/
Nympho Arsonist, making you “FUCKS” ~burn-down~ till its Syphilis in the Soil/
Dyslexic author, I write Entire bodies of water into de-hydration/
Alter My “MIND” to the point my Lobotomies are prayed on by entire Congregations/
Absorb war tote Eleven “9”s in my (iris), Indent Pentagons Where My Sight is/
Every *JOINT* is painfully –ON- Point like a Hand full of needles and arthritis/
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The last two lines are pretty good, everthing else was stretched out and below average writing. 1.5/5
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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