I like to think of my worries as such:
A decaying tree that lays in the entrance of a walking path
Where it vanishes at the edge and stings like a thorn bush stab
From the Sycamore that rests here on the brim
Between the feminine Ted Bundy and the reincarnated Hitler
If it weren’t that fucked up now…
Wait…
See…
Where the wars of Evil vs. Evil
Drop into its own pits of Tyranny
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