kill

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brightly colored darkness
lava in my veins
this bloody carcass
i can see its brains

anger, rage, and hate
i love seeing people cry
it makes me feel great
i want everyone to die

i will fill with joy
when the rivers run bloody red
there will sit a sobbing boy
holding his moms bleeding head

but you will only see me half smile
then half cry
i guess half is my new style
the way i live by

-cat
9/13/19

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