You poison them through the bloodstream itself.
Through the supply.
Through the thing that gives life.
Bathing wasn’t good enough, you’d miss eggs, they can lay dormant for months..
You have to go to the blood itself.
Gotta go to the food.
Poison the well.
I found a song I lost, buried in memory.
Depeche Mode ,policy of truth.
What cool production.
Cool tune.
(take these chains off me, and you’ll be dead before they can save you – Carl Panzram)
That’s some cold shit yo.
What a thing to say,by a man bound by chains.
Shackled with iron and steel.
You’ll be dead before they can save you…
Like you’re saying..
“this thing inside me, it knows itself and it sees you…and you’re barely even a snack“
Cold shit..
Kinda gives you the goosebumps..which is probably the point of saying it…
Some intimidating shit..
It’s probably not the right way to get your shackles removed.
Better to say
“take these shackles off me ,,and I’ll be super nice… I’ll mow your grass and volunteer at a soup kitchen…swear to God”
Shackles shackles shackles…
Hmmm.
Stuff to think about. 🤔
Got some laundry going… Might play with synths for a bit.
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