Problems of the Cut-Throat
You are afraid.
I see it in your eyes.
Your mind is strained.
Your actions lie
Where you’re heart is
You can’t deny
The crucifixion
Stupefied.
Super positioned
Two places
One time.
Sacrifices must be made
Until you die.
You’ve already been paid
For the can of life
But that can of whoop-azz?
It is too late to hide.
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