Suture self

The skin is held tightly against your chest

To see if it “goes”

Adulterate night, to shade I turn appeasing

Not that shade!

[Overrided]

But this grift gifted so calcified it cried

Ad hominem I noticed

Mires their bleeding overalls

The gag tied too tightly

Wit a sickass click

Take any remedy who I command my sicks

Now, that’s not friendlike fire

Get me my armor or

You’re yore, you’re storied

Locked up in that moment

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