Poems from K4Z

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A psychosomatic, abstract attack on the cronies caking their make up for the daily press conferences. WARNING - These words are not meant for children with laces in their shoes. I'm not asking for your acceptance, I'm asking for open mind in a worlds of closed doors.
So, how is yall's day going?    Yeah. Uh-huh.    So Life's pretty great.    Ready for the apocolypse?      Yeah me too. 
Hey,   I guess it's been a little while.    This house of ours has gotten a little bit messy. I understand. It's partly  my fault,    but...
Death.   We are afraid of death-   Alright fuck it, I'll be real with you guys.  I havent slept in a few days, and generally, I'm reaching...
Power. Pain is power and power kills. I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death.  Every creed, every colour, every race. Our commonality...

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