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Long Viscious Fangs That Bite
there it sat
viscious bloody scope
daylight for disorder
haunted inner ambiance
cascading introduction
trampled beneath the skull
this is how we roll
love was seen outside you vacant door porch swing
an even riing stunned by the noondays sirene
spaces with traces a new days dawn
there's magic below the fawn
in the inner spacious scope of things
spite to hear the door bell swing & ring
lice, dice & mice
there's torment in the sauce
go before the toss
even que what are we to do
a barricade left home an aid
beneath the soldier with bic number two pencil
the rolling wolves amidst its sharpened brow
