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A force which rips right through the air

Enough to crack your thickened skull

Cathartic as the steaming meat

Is perforated by 30 nailguns

I guess only the ants can validate your existence

Send your way a thousand car wrecks

Burning hands strapped in the drill press

Let this dumpstered life dissolve in the sewage

You might have been worth more had I scraped you off my shoe

Piss-stained existence, day by fucking day

Your nauseating presence, never felt again

Refreshing is the absence of your vermin self

Vermin!