Belly rot honest

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by Jon Henson

the one is the belly rotting truth
tough there. 
your vote, I’m about it
But some you don’t
want – feet, kids
what’s next?
outrageous knowledge & death
after some fibers of life open
with more work aura

I’m the nuclear-quick fucking that happens
whenever hope means distance from
the listening to monstrous reason

There’s mouth again
the who market
and my guy
peoples of what death