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this is where you
said
life is just death
but brighter
you left me to
bleed
to seep into your
hateful heart
and burn away your cancer
even
I
delightful as I am
can not break
under you
can not take
from you
you are a disease
to be cut away
burnt and thrown away
you are nothing
more than a scab
to be picked and flicked
into the filth
you are nothing more
than a scar
to be ashamed of
you are nothing but
a man
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it's funny -- every time i think of valerie solanas that i hear 'of walking abortion' by the manics. this packs the punch of the SCUM manifesto and the manics. like being glassed and having salt rubbed in the wounds.
