~clee~
ferocity.
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topics
gutted alive
heart to heart
aftermath of war
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I thought I was gunna vs. Clisk? Dude... you know what, screw this crew battle Clisk, its gotten out of hand, stop making anymore threads, and let the others battle, we'll just step out.
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he forfeited already but yea clee drop a verse to show you dropped...you got 1 more day to drop.
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topic: gutted alive
Backed into a corner, cornered by a new coroner, they warned her it’ll be gruesome
Considering, my blistering wounds, would presume, some resistance from this twosome
Scalpel in hand routing my chest, as I lay in eternal rest, I’ve earned a bloody death
Sweat dripping from her palms, is it wrong, to cut a being a part, being a Christian?
Yet the ripping at her urge to fulfill her job filling a feeling that this is fact not fiction
My body ripped apart, punctured with darts, ruptured spleen, it’d seem, I was tortured
Torque my legs prepare me for my grave, she’s a brave soul, to witness my fitted figure
Embody my body, its okay to discreet what god made, figured, I’m already disfigured
Cut me, disrupt my skins nerves, her bosses nerves pinched, she’s not doing her job
This luck I got to sit on a cold table, what a fable, please rip me apart, and end with a nod
Gazing on certainly not praising my mark just consider them as art and paint around them
Chase my empty blood flow, you’ll never know, the pain, that I went through in the end
Please, finish me, let me go, bury me, bury my soul make it your first day goal solve me
My knees are scuffed so if you duck out, I can’t follow, can’t swallow, and can’t even see
She worked up the courage and pierced my skin, it felt like bliss, welcomed to the gates
Rates of your work, twirled, by your first incision your decision to retire, is a good fate
As she screamed it seemed she’d never stop her boss tried to calm her each possible way
He turned to my empty insides, I was gutted alive, and said “Hey what an easy firs day!”
dqued no-show
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