21 lines
21 Guns
that’s two lines—
This is Four;
Woe unto the whore
86 is a bitch;
Baneful glow;
Phoebus shows
Brutalist beauty:
Fuck-
Grotesque cunt,
Prey starts to hunt;
runt gets stuck
Glamour in the rut;
Another notch scratched on the belt
Ever start eating the grass growing in the courtyard because you paralyzed the air and can’t breathe after you ate too many ants at the Walm...
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