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The stare at you with

Shattered window headlight eyes

In the shape of pig hearts,

Hands bloody with white lies

That they feed you and say,

"Might just hurt, but never kill"

Dripping cold, thick slime

From their fake scaled gills

And screaming orders the others

Shut up and obeyed

Pushing you to your knees

In the blood pools they've made

Faking reasons and excuses

That are born with no feet

And spitting through their teeth,

"Unique just means weak"