J. Allen Hewitt Poems

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Business Is Good
Nothing personal, just doing my job...
those running towards, those running away, those in the way,
you shouldn't have been there.

Everything dies sometime, here's the express ticket...
shooting soldiers, slashing women, blowing up children,
it really is all too easy.

Bringing it all down, light a . . .
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Bleed!
Bleed
J. Allen Hewitt

Gasp for me, wretched sack of foul rot,
Deviant creature of blackest sin,
Writhing in the filth of it's own mucus,

Bleed!

Suffer for me, revolting collection of fecal slop,
Degenerate troll of vacant deceit,
Consuming wanten vasts of brackish bile,
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