Slate pt. I: Teaspoon

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Pt. I: Teaspoon



Scum is spread

Like butter cross the stiffened bread

Mold is turning but pollen

Of the entire human race

Of maggots multitude

To shatter the solitude

Oh, damp the beaten lamb

And damp the tooth that bites the hand that feeds

Consumed by cavity

Humanity is lack

Humanity is scum but spread

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