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Behind us in that pellucid placid azure sea her sister drowned the year after this scene was seen drowned after sending a postcard detailing her happiness drowned in sight of son and husband drowned in spite of lessons and guides drowned, drowned to death so turn your eyes oh god away from mine and me we are average of no interest the boys not all that bright the mother simply maternal the father not much either we will disappear into the background joyous at not being noticed cause I have seen the results of your attention, bloody bodies strewn under headlines that don't get it it's you isn't it that mad music I hear coming through the fillings in my teeth the manic cackling as you peek under the table say peek-a-boo and then pull the trigger creating carnage like kernals from shucked corn but, listen, don't expect suplication from me I'd sooner do the job myself then beg an executioner with a resume like yours for mercy simply stay out of our face. |
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