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I bite the hand that feeds

Again and again

It feeds me still

Just a bit slower every time

 I can’t help my condition

This rage that permeates my lust

It’s working so far…

tearing me limb from limb

But you…

Who can fathom

what crooked wind

twists the branches of your tree

The kind of man

We warn each other about

Yes, you are.

And I did warn her.

Stupid girl

Too young to listen

Too desperate to care

But she found out anyway

Change your name

Change your face

I will still know you

In all your permutations

Menace disguised as charm

Still, they fall into your arms

These hungry, thirsty girls

that fill your empty world.

 

 

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