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I've been sharpening the blade 

Defining the contour 

To convex the flesh 

Of any disobedient deviant

Ignorant enough to say 

That the medias deceiving us

Lackluster here lately

When the block bluster 

Turns gored horror style

When your best friend Corey 

Was pushed from the fifth story

and screamed till the bottom 

didn't die then 

heardbreak did him in

Was he pushed? 

I didn't see the sequel 

So don't ruin the ending 

By squealing out a handle 

To get a grip on the tangible,

The dirty rotten culture 

A first come first serve 

Self hurt nursery 

Where the children feed on greed

dipped in gold 

The reluctant symmetry 

Of a smile flipped,

The horrible truth 

When the acid dip develops reactions,

Small at first 

And then in waves,

A crest builds before sundown 

And the town is eaten away 

At a molecular level,

Down to pebbles

And then

Nothing