Vanilla Coke
By Luigi92
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Cut your wrist to sew it back up
strut the false story with a big heart and
an empty stomach
as the bugs and maggots get wiped away
only to eat at all who
were taught to love their enemy.
Your blood rusting the nails you bought
inspiring generations of decay
and gave you a name.
A mother's love
defecated onto her seed
wiped away
and became clean and pure and cold
Lift your spirits as you reach to save your
drowning baby just in time
to stop you from killing him.
The apple you poisoned as a game
eaten by those who gave you their safety
thank God you revived them.
Your world, turned into a sitcom
with each red-stained wall praised and cheered
and begging for your next joke
crying for your deceased
you no longer get to save him.
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