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Gorror (poem)

Metal cages, muted rages, bloody pages, silenced sages.

Fierce fiery folly. Acidic slime volley.

Putrid pestilent puke. Vomiting volume droop.

Ugly, sinful, crunching, painful, destined, dismal, utter abysmal.

Chains electrified and barbed. Sadistic seniors free of charge.

Hello! hello, hell owns hell owns.

Snap bones, crack teeth, smatch hands, chomp feet.

Chaotic? Never, such is the reality of a worthy endeavor.

 
 
 

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