kill for me.
if you love.
if you
take the rock
and raise it high,
yell loudly now
as i scream,
and bring it
down.
bring it down
hard.
hard like science,
with all its idiots.
all the idiots laugh,
splitting their sides,
intestines running,
smiling at the crash.
the crash waits for you,
the crash waits
for a cold.
a cold like today.
today
you love me,
you love me.
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