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I met a man who
feared his life
He wore a mask
a fake disguise
He dressed up
in whoremongers' clothes
His face tattooed
with eyes that bulged
His pants hung low
below his waist
I thought to myself
what a fucking shame
He mirrored an image
from inside my head
A futile image
that others dread
In this image
a face of death
Masqueraded by
talking heads
No consciousness or soul or heart
did he own
No mercy in his
eyes of awareness known
I likened him to
a dreadful demon
I thought to myself
what a waste of man's semen
The man who loves
his demon fears his life
And tortures others
with his tortured mind
feared his life
He wore a mask
a fake disguise
He dressed up
in whoremongers' clothes
His face tattooed
with eyes that bulged
His pants hung low
below his waist
I thought to myself
what a fucking shame
He mirrored an image
from inside my head
A futile image
that others dread
In this image
a face of death
Masqueraded by
talking heads
No consciousness or soul or heart
did he own
No mercy in his
eyes of awareness known
I likened him to
a dreadful demon
I thought to myself
what a waste of man's semen
The man who loves
his demon fears his life
And tortures others
with his tortured mind
