APOCALYSPO DELVE

When Wednesday comes in the middle of the week, 
Am I a cartoon, am I the month-of-the-freak, 
So grant me the blessing to lick your well, 
And grant me the evidence to prove your smell.

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Your constant view of the political wreck, 
Could make me sing, "Oh won't you turn me into dreck".
So filter a bannana in your wicked stance, 
And delve into apocalysp0, whoops it is a dance.

Rotting in the hell of an apricot pit,
Cutting off you elbows I'll make sure your arms will fit.
Decimate the arbitrary posturing zone,
Take my lungs into your mouth, Consider them a loan.

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