Have sharpened their provisions
Not to do that which is right
But constitute DIVISION
Digress- hey fuckheads. Why is it that choppin my fuckin STATS means so fuck to YOU?
Gressed
Sometimes I WILL and sometimes I won't.
Here's the PICTURE that made this POEM-
We are skin
Beings inject us
With their Serum
When in all truth
We grew beyond
Being their experiment
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