You’re a consumer
Of priceless luxuries
Ripped from their glass shells
Shining with their virgin, fleshy interiors
Underneath a cruel blue moon
Catching your cold
With no auto-immune responses
To your incubated lust
SINcerity is a fragment
Seeping through the loopholes
Of your “white” lies
Pacifying the innocent
Whom you use as your canvas
Painting your masterpiece
Of their destruction
Ingest, masticate, deficate
The bullshit comes out of both ends
Staining the crystal ball world
Meticulously created
To forsee the parasite
That is you…
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