Killing all things that violate my path
I suffer from unadulterated bouts of bad math
What makes these words bubble up with formless wrath?
Misdirection has led me to fight the comfort of my rod and my staff
In love with my pain
I’m a hydraulic mechanical bull with no chains
When this uber-tainted blood begins to pump through my veins
I’m confused about which vessel to pursue
I charge right through
No brakes, blind-folded, unrestrained….damn fool
I must kill this disease before it ends up killing…who?
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