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The Lynched pen
The lynched pen
brainstorm..
driving a drop top
through a supercell,
funnel clouds
for hundreds of miles…
i see a future hell..
they”ll
probly try to pass it off as heaven..
last time i caught a
glimpse of a demon…it scared
me brethren,
ready weapons
the son of eddie steppin
in the name of…
i dare not say it
condition grave-ish
i blame love,
with stained gloves
im tryna hold on to
a speck of hope,
neck and neck with ropes
mind hanging on…
but the flesh is broke.
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