Rot in this verse

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I ain't ever moving from my home

No longer now that this man is made of stone

All you do is try to coerce

Be gone from my position when I hit the dirt

Lose your inhibition too and your curse

I have been and gone through much worse

Every time I get back to the kicking Earth

 Killing for love and dying is somehow worth

Our motive self inflicted blast to mega hertz

Return the indicted blasphemous curse

Every time I think of her

Everything starts not to work

Now I'm just feeling it through

And staying drunk on her


Born again virgin rot in this verse

I would have kept you for all it's worth

Though now my fate is sealed by this rocking horse

Every time I think of this it gets worse

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