kissabledisaster

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Keep it clean, keep it simple, not too sane, the mind gets nimble
They said to rise, as good American people
My arm was shot, so I fell and dropped
Every milestone comes with a trickle of death

Let your fingers flow
And they'll speak to no end
Type type type
Write Write Write

I speak for the young
I speak for the old
I am one, and one is all
The souls of my ancestors slide through my veins

Pierce it open, to see what I'll gain.
Maybe a drop, mabey a bucket
It's all one and the same
All truths I can never fly up to
All webs only spiders can weave, monkey's can jump, lions can feed.

I let the blood flow,
but it was too late,
I woke up dead
wide awake.