at some point the past will
catch up with you, an ailment
harder than you ever did sister
maybe i'm just a ruler measurement
but a few more lumps of
cyanide will keep the father away
fwd: let me know if the
sickened cow sleeps or if the
lowly brother bursts in his exaltation
it's better to speak in tongues,
as long as i will rot
for men the highest mother rises
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