.You keep flogging a dead horse
Expecting blood from stone
Those weathered hands must eventually break
Your mouth so full of rust
I'll take an axe to its throat
To ensure that you
Taste the blood
As it seeps from formaldehyde inflicted wounds
Wear your fingers<.>
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