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                      1,0000 Peaces



Row, row, row your boat quietly down the stream swimming sinking drowning dreaming children in the stream under the glass 1, 0000 of pieces one child breakfast, lunch dinner maybe just maybe a snack for your cat. I can make money by selling a 1, 0000 peaces of child to Wal-Mart.   Slice, Slice no more sun or flowers or moon all you have left is a dark death 1, 0000 of peaces slice ,slice ,slice………  you fell the cold blades cut  in to you… you sit up a little to see

1, 0000 peaces of you under the glass you fell the life run out of you like racing horses. The blood trilling down your side to find see the next your being eating by someone named OZ but a bit of you is still in Wal-Mart     going bad rotting then you get thrown out for the stray dogs to eat you

1, 0000 peaces of you all across the world think what if you die you will be to see every thing that happens to you feel all the things like catching aflame your autopsy stop just think it all goes black and that it wham your dead that’s it all you wanted was to live your now all you have is the dead people they are the ones who stayed they sill want to stay they still want to be loved. All gone all gone slice, slice, slice