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Plutonian Moan

It's a stygian night, a Plutonian shore, frigid with fright, bites like a whore
Lonesome white bones sewn with grown scum moan alone, trying and dying in acetone
Lying encrusted up in rust, with half a cup of mourning lust, swarming thus
This feeling must, be stealing just my will for bust
I'm alone, a black tracked figure, stacked in shadows with literature triggers
As you sip your liquor, I drip my wight ichor, let's see who gets real sicker
I'm a camera flash, in a flicker, a fleeting moment which passes quicker
The old man that's thinkin' a little bit thicker, bout his mortal plight picture
With aorta bite fixture on the fact, that I'm stacked to lack
Anyone to care, till I'm in a hearse, in every verse I dare
The worst feeling I get when alone, forget that I've been shown
Chicks like dicks, and they pick them slick and quick
But they never stick, so just bust a nut thick, like a licked porno flick
Hos are nothing, but stupid tricks, cupid licks from arrow sticks
Piercing my heart and brain, till I'm insane, look it's inane
Love is pain, nothing to gain, except more rain
Any whore will accept a poor man's train
I'm dead in my heart, in my head ripped apart
A hollow corpse bled, swallowed shreds from the start
Follow my art till it hallowed me, till it shallowly
Devoured me

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