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Filthy plastic vessel of Gatorade

Someone's garden hose where a hole was made

Thick black scum protrudes the sides

This inhuman figure leaves no one alive

Long forgotten in the shed of despair

Awaiting it's victim, caught unaware

The warm firm grip of a human hand

And the spark of a Bic inside a piece of rolled up coke can

Elements combined your soul is mine

Another puppet to do my bidding

Eyes red raw and the mouth is dribbling

Take a look at me i'm now your master

Encased in a plastic realm of disaster

Recruit my soldiers of brain dead neanderthals flocking to my every need

Obtain a device to alter my existence and transform my own very being

Double chambers of peculation, ice catcher and a brassy filled with weed

My power has grown much stronger and my followers plant thy seed

Spreading, Collecting, Raise my army of brain-dead sheep

Killing, Brain-cells, Until your soul is mine to keep