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contemplate my thoughts for youand you will see my heart is true
for words are my cursed shank
from which to pierce your perfect bank
your mind I read like paper tread
pronounced your innards i do behead
your mindless quarrys bathed with lust
I see to well the hypocrisy just
to think of all of you as pests
I now will lay my head to rest