Flawed Creation

My purple haunt hurts
green blood’n my nails
look ma, no slaughters

Sad beast as afores
twelve hands tied
with mine and yours

Like one, tribes rage
Torched, pitch forwards
hunting me, plying m’age

Chew’t bones you seeth
our riot way comes
get ready to breath

Voice taunts to her
love killed my peace
piece’d me a monster

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