Honeyed Slather Silent screams in fat lungs imprisoned Locked up aside real hued face of me Rise up, I say, for years now I've risen Atop dredged sewer scythe soliloquies. Subservient, hierarchical will bidden Fear naught, in flesh, yet obsequiously Virtual horn locking, a man gone missing This diss brings fire, fight, flight or flee. Avoidance of a scorch red leaked hissing So, no hope, solo stood, post-apocalyptically In avoidance, deluded siren song I'll sing Slather a smile while honeyed, linguistically.
Sammie ❤️
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