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So how's about that, Simon Says?

The stench of death is nothing more than a bathtime aroma,
And the heartfelt lies I tell everyone rot my ears and insides.
Could this really be the time passing by me so quickly?
Like a knife my wordless assassin cuts through me
And I find myself hiding behind tears of disfigurement.
The beast within me yelps out in pain as my consience -
Relinquishing its once untarnished valor, says to me:
But true happiness comes only once, my friend,
And yours is cut short So take what you can receive.
Make the moment your own, my child!
So my eyes search for another fateful encounter.
They abstain from seeing rotting corpses and evil grins
Set behind all the pretty little window shopping skins;
Someday, one thinks, that the rot might seep through.
Or maybe, before it is too late, of course...
I will find a peach ripe for the taking and ready for my love.

That's all, folks!!!!!