Like crooked thoughts and savored feelings
Or tire tracks on flavored ceilings
The things i see look different from yours
Like old ass holes, or sufficient young whores
Innocence is lost once eyes are wide,
With double murders, rape, or genocide.
The sights not evil, there's fun to be had.
Like babies with siblings, your uncle or dad.
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