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Yours truly

 Pisses and vomits smothers me.

As I'm a filthy piece of meat.

Still people are waiting for me to eat.

As a savoury.

We are unusual aren't we?

Secluded from the fake demons.

Disguising themselves as great deities.

But this kids have not unleashed their true devil.

They are always looking for an upheaval.

Which would make them zoned out.

Drenching themselves into the soup of evil.

They want to cleanse themselves.

To unravel their true self.

Which are just like us.

Which you spit and treat like mucus.

A secret between you and us.

It seems like we were never pious.

But pretend to be.

Not giving him a chance.

We just dance on his glance.

But it's in our confine.

We are planning to eat it.

Been ready with our forks and knives.

If you won't come with us in our dine.





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