Wet Pandora’s lips, metamorphosis
Pressed the box like accordion
She aborted then sleeped with Morpheus
Dreaming not, dried her orifice
Dug the hole, laid their corpses with
Torture porn and orchid ornaments
Not a tournament, didn’t win me no hope
With a pistol this cold I slipped into the night
And lit half a cig with her Zippo
Their bodies riddled, bullets mingled
With the sickle of death
Tidal waving her ripple effect
Going rogue with sifted address
Find white picket fence, in my defense
Did mention that I’d sniff her out
Told her have a little hope
Told her gotta stick it out
She told him just to stick it in
This pistol had to fire smoke
Heat when the pyro turned
Meet in hell, ash from dusted
Not revenge, this my justice
Liked him cause he taller
Than me, now him six-feet
Eight across, I ate a cross
Dirt instead of pine box
Two bodies, one grave
New bodies, one day
My psychotic odds and ends
Turned into a fine job
I’m an end-of-time time bomb
Two bodies down, hooked lifelong
Stalked them livestock dead
Apex made sure the grave got fed
I have changed into something
like Double-H Holmes said
All my fault, stole her pulse
She to blame, he to blame
Had it coming, habit forming
I’m deforming,
Glad to see she didn’t see
The signs of warning
Hid the sky blood of morning
Perfect storm and porcelain
Transfiguration
Horizon changing orange
Wet Pandora’s lips, metamorphosis
Pressed the box Like accordion
She aborted then sleeped with Morpheus
Dreaming not, dried her orifice
Dug the hole, laid their corpses with
Torture porn and orchid ornaments
Not a tournament, didn’t win me no hope
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