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by vapid
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Horror/Scary · #2196877
let it bloat
I wasn't good enough until I found
how the wail and whimpers tend to sound,
pain is a tool for us to exploit,
but if we give up ourselves, what's the point?

the bottom of the rancid moat,
the famous fail, and the homeless hope
the politician's pray and the guru's mope,
Our only option is to bloat.

one day the crabs all got up and decide to disappear,
they left without a trace after ruling the shore for thirty years,
some suggested food supply, some suggested the morosely large mammals,
but the truth of the matter is an entire community of scientists are baffled

the mangroves started meeting us halfway to help with weather patterns,
the comprise is that some of our own have found what it's like to be trampled.
watch this card trick that made orumon's eyes glaze anew,
but we can't save our kid from the murderous chosen few
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