bad medication

slipping, whipping, tripping, turning
slowly souls begin their burning
bitter cold and foggy winters
all that’s left is ashy splinters

try escaping from the hate
still you fall into your fate
stopping, popping, dropping, shooting
positively absoluting

acid drops and lemon pie
stainless steel, unblinking eye
wicked is this demon seed
piss on death and make it bleed

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