you would think you would of knocked it off of me by now,
checking in the pools of blood and teeth
you come up disappointed and short.
is death the worst you can do?
when one has nothing to lose,
you'll find that action to yield a sour fruit.
i am leaving this earth knowing i am a mere animal:
flesh, blood, bone, soul.
through beaten eyes i see the real you--
false deity,
conceived in quarantine,
a decorated complex.
get over yourself and pull the trigger already.
NB @ 11:40 AM
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