Ah hellNot again.stuck in a holedeep in a pigs pen.Cold and void of all pearlsI still find comfortIn the small recessesOf solitude.Ah hellThis again?Smells like chitlins,Tastes like pulled roast.With hallowed eyesMy salvation awaitsAs master sharpensHis bloody butcher knives.
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