First, I hang victims from the rafters
Upside down, Frightened, listening to my maniacal laughter
Throwing bricks at Mach 3 speed, hearing ribs cracking exposing bone fractures
I run, jump onto the body, digging my boots further into the gashes
Rip open left over sweet and low packets
Screaming "Death w/o perservatives to all these fucking bastards"
Hanging on for dear life knowing that I got you
A tear runs down your forehead as I pour sweet and low down your nostrils

Peace
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