put your arms above your head ritualistic raise the dead they're snakes now that arent fed yet bite bite bite bite bite bite bite dance for all the stupidity you can think of dance for all the sex you've had dance for all the sins you've done dance for all the stars and night dance for all the people you've killed dance for all the beauty you've seen dance for all the massacred children in your twisted mind dance for all bondage that you ever wanted to see dance for all the stupidity you can think of dance for all the insanity you DONT have dance dance dance in the world's fertile bloody body.
Reason for writing:
middle school dances and me
Birth sign: Aries
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