Saturday, March 8, 2014

Knuckled hard and swollen to bony ridges
Split upon the skin that bleeds and cracks
The oil runs waxy now as the combustion of the wicked spews soot and stench
Fight motherfucker, keep punching away till your bruised hands become broken and club like
You're total hate now, spent on an evil
Burnt!



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