The Fool

Posted: March 9, 2011 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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Strangle him with a rope
Tie him high and make him cry
Stab him with a corroding knife
Till there’s no more blood to drop.

Pluck his eyes so he cant see
Let him cry blood, scented red so sweet
Remove all his teeth, make him bleed
Pull out his brain and scatter in the street.

He thinks he’s wise and he flaunts his ignorance
But heed ye, ill trample on your oozing pride
Ill show you how baroque you are
I’ll skin you alive and you’ll here my hideous triumphant cry!


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