Don't worry!

Turn around

There's nothing to see here

It's reflecting, you see

As the bullet hits

Take that advice

Hit me

Do whatever you'd like

Light a fire

(or maybe not)

Just-!

READY OR NOT

It doesn't matter

Cutting and pasting the corpse

In living color

Falling apart

But how?

I'm breathing the horizon line

of the moon

SING JUST TO ROT

Read the spaces in between the words

Remember

And then,

How?

I've really done it after all

So, now you'll die already

Somehow, Somewhat

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