Utah
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The cattle trailor? All the beasts are dead Some bones have pushed through the gray skin and clumps of hair Scorpions are dancing in the puddles of gore seeping under the rig All of the driver's blood is his own Don't put that clown paint on me when I die you dismal fucks Bovine flesh dance Bovine flesh dance Bovine flesh dance Bovine flesh dance Bovine flesh dance Bovine flesh dance Bovine flesh dance Bovine flesh dance
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 01, 2026
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Know it was a pearl handed pistol grip with a gun metal blue barrel Did he choke or spit blood? Did you see his face? Did he suffer? Fuck your one horse, one stoplight, redneck town of sheep and tumble weed Your son may have pulled the trigger, but you left the gun on the table, Officer After you're fed to the worms and dug up by the wolves I hope his mother of pearl ghost eats you up
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 01, 2026
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I hear her at my back door crying her eyes out and clawing at the screen She is the wondering spirit of every broken mother She is the siren of the desert, feeding men to the dogs Cursed to perform eternal retribution with her own slender hands on all men for driving her to drown her children Now she is full of poison milk Pray the the virgin keeps you from the demon, from the weeping beggar of the children, and the embrace of the unholy Pray the the virgin keeps you from the unholy
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 01, 2026
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