Streetwalkers cackle softly
In the shadows of fear
Crippled assassins aim yet, misfire
As the barrels scream off
Into the sweaty swamps
That comprise their genitals
Now as I walk down the highway
A thousand distraught eyes gawk
And like fire they fiercely devour my flesh
Lacing the tissues with a searing tinge of death
Their virulent words no more than merely one syllable
Ejaculate fascinating colors akin to the aurora borealis
As swiftly they saunter off into the midnight sky
Soaring beyond the moon, making love to the stars
My eyes had never before witnessed such a tragedy
A tragedy so freakishly mesmerizing to the human eye
Knives drive angrily from the anuses
Of these vile creatures
Roaring deliberate echoes of sinful songs
To raze innocence
Opaque as the vagina of an eclipse,
They masturbate to anguish
While intoxicated by the drunken memories
Of traumatic childhoods
The happy hour appears as the knives
Climax blood upon virgin flesh
Vomiting up every sour ache of intense hate
That plagues their hearts
The avenue to freedom will draw
A dreadful sacrifice of time and patience
It will spawn mannequins to mimic
the choreography of every move we make
The ultimate battle has
Dawned across the horizon
Guard your loved ones
For havoc will soon arise
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