Unfit For Any Place But Hell
I am thankful for a wooden
and sod
prison, for i am unfit
for any place
but hell.
you, too
are unfit
for any place
but hell.
you'll all rot,
like bananas left on
top of the fridge,
forgotten by all,
but you won't even be discovered
and tossed with disgust at your
decrepit stench.
nope.
you're just gonna sit on top of
the fridge and rot forever
in hell.
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