nocontrol

and this is how they will kill you.
and this is how they will take you down.
a parade of flaxen blonde hostility,
all tongues and tails and fury.
and this is how they will kill you.
and this is how you will meet your end.
she sings, her hips all ocean in motion,
cinnamon siren with waves afire.
and this is how they will kill you.
and this is how it will come to pass.
with ginger barbs of russet wire
turned auburn hanging wares.
and this is how they will kill you.
and this is where it all ends.
stand or fall.

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I will now attempt to sleep successfully for the first time this week. *yawn*