When you want it to bleed,
it seriously needs
A shank to its jugular vein.
If it still won’t just die,
and you can’t pass it by
needs a slash to the same place again
I can’t let this go
as my art is my show
and the look on its face is so fun.
‘bout ten minutes in
as I hide a rye grin
I can whip out my six shooter gun.
Now it’s not just residual
that’s sits individually
salting my unbridled lust.
So I stand with my siduel
alone… indivisible
and sharpen the tools that I trust.
The pain passes by
in the wink of an eye
as you’ll soon be a peace with your God.
But I won’t take the piss
as I revel in bliss
you’ll find out I’m an evil cold sod.
Dec247h 
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