Wrote this back in 2008
Conveying circumstances under the eyes of malice
Hate bleeding from your eyes through an ensemble
Robust and obsessive impulses spew from ones phallus
In thought you continue your onslaught of tragedies
Several bridges burnt, sorrows displaced, amity forgotten
Truth that my ambition for your eternal rest ripens
I'll enslave your thoughts then slay them with nauseating colloquy
Narrowing my search to meet the demise of your senses
Along with your parade of burlesque masters
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