Choking
Choke me, till I’m blue in the face
For you, snake, are lacking in grace
You can hiss but never be free
Till I’m blue in the face, choke me
It’s been a long night of dying
My lungs hate to see me lying
In a lake of my bile and fright
Of dying, it’s been a long night
So poor violent snake of harsh thorn
Please kill me and don’t ever mourn
Because In your scales I want more
Violent snake of garage thorn, so poor
Eat my brain on first of your strikes
In your throat I will be of likes
From your belly acid of drops so vain
On first of your strikes, eat my brain
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