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Beast in the streets

The streets are ripe with blood and metaphors The streets are ripe with you The streets play host to your indulge The streets delights are few Dark stance of stench You host the show Suck life from every soul Perplexed and lost In foggy sight Blood spillage is your goal To rise in fame To be the best Take that small black pill To rise in fame To wear the crest Succumbing to its will (Homage: American horror story)

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