Mr Fate
I’m sad, Mr Fate is
No longer my mate
The back of my head
Sees red mist
And a wall
With a picture
Screaming in its
Asylum
Grey fat
Splat
Drips and slides
Wars late
Homicide
Hallucination
Suicide
Impulse is fun
But to be
Avoided.
I’m sad, Mr Fate is
No longer my mate
The back of my head
Sees red mist
And a wall
With a picture
Screaming in its
Asylum
Grey fat
Splat
Drips and slides
Wars late
Homicide
Hallucination
Suicide
Impulse is fun
But to be
Avoided.
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