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anony

eating the hearts of death&decay,
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changing all the while.
 2
seeing my hands, my red, red hands,
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approaching the sun.
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drinking the wine and spending my time,
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always looking for more.
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young little piggies run past my house,
 7
taking their time, drinking their wine.
 8
wanting nothing more, smothered in life,
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having never been without the strife.
 10
second sons and second daughters,
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split down the middle.
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Bloody and tainted,
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my red, red hands.
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Watching the sun,
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never to set again.
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22 Oct 05

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the title was my favorite part.
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how does this work?!
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