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Trowel the malignant womb.

Condemn the happiness it consumes

to exist never without its tomb.

Believe me, she is loaded like a gun.

BANG, BANG!

BANG, BANG!

You fight to birth the right.

As the dawn becomes the night,

the poison creeps up with the light.

Believe me, he is a loveable son.

BANG, BANG!

BANG, BANG!

The venom imbibes me, the cord is injustice.

Remember, my little brain, be strength, not fear. 

The consumate horror lingers at my doorstep.

I keep up the fight; I know my time is near.

Your vulgar oppressions will not break my sentience.

The house you have built me will not condone fear.

Your flesh that consumes me is weaker than wanting,

wanting to control, make destiny clear.

Everything falls into agony.

A few more hours and I still may be

fighting with my unwelcome company.

Believe me she really does want to survive.

BANG! Shoot it up.

BANG! Shoot him up.

Hope has never been so fleeting.

Who am I to deserve such a beating?

How have I never seen so much bleeding?

Take my hand, let me scream, make it end, all a dream.

Oh my god, pulse is odd...

The quaint little tick-tock of my heart is beating.

But who am I to think that you really care?

BANG! Shoot it up. 

BANG! BANG! Shoot him up. 

BANG! BANG! BANG! Shoot it up.

BANG! Shoot him up. 

BANG! BANG! Shoot it up. 

BANG! BANG! BANG! Shoot him up.

Be free, mother. You will no more feel fear.

The venom imbibed me, the cord was injustice.

Finally, my little brain, we can shed tears.

The consumate horror no more at my doorstep.

I conquered the fight; I know my time is here.

Your vulgar oppressions did not break my sentience.

The house that you built me had a weak career.

Your flesh that consumed me is dead, I claim victory.

I'm in control, and my destiny jeers:

HAH! Shoot it up? B***H shot him up.

HAH! We're alive to say, B***H she is in the grave!

HAH! Shoot it up? B***H gave him up!

Now look who is living and who departed, dear.

Author's Note

I'm happy to answer any questions about the meaning or the characters. But for a piece like this, and as most of my work also is, I want you, the audience to be able to figure it out. I'm not sure I'm sold on the title, either.