one more sip and i'll be on my way/ to requiting your submissive ways/ maybe next time/ you will learn/ to right your wrongs/ and take a turn/ and churn the shoulder/ dust to bones/ lust to stone/ we must dispose/ dismiss your trust/ and everything you have ever known/ you can only burn down the structure for so long/ before the fire becomes your home
your bones will find new homes in the catacombs/ they'll be merry where i bury them
- afm
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