this is my new poem. it's the best ever. way better than everyone elses. it's the new revolution. this is nothing for overly sensitive people. get ready (!):

Stab my wrist really über-hard. I don't like eating lard. cutcut my soul in small pieces. I will die now, because I don't like living. dying is much more sublime. slime. I whine at the moon. it really annoys me and it makes me wanna die. the key to victory is not eating pie. no-one understands my pains, my arms are out of veins. I kill you if you try to kill me. if I don't kill myself first. because I'm from Mordor. creature with a hole in himself. he dies without pain. I cry and cook, until I die. meatsauce in my eye. bloodblood. more blood. gore. we all rot. my soul will die, maybe I'm too sensitive. I CANNOT LIE. flesh. fleshifleshi ripp my flesh apart. tart.

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