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Proud to have a penis Proud to have a penis in my pants, that is attached to my body With balls. Balls being testicles With a hole, a hole made for pissing through and coming through. With veins running through, all throughout Gets rock hard when touched, droopy when ignored, nudged within my boxers And made of rubber.

Death around me Bloodied hands The Destruction made By the monster I am But what was started; Who am I really? This face, is it me? These hands bloodied are mine? Since when are they crimson? Did I bleed? Blood runs so smooth, so red, Now dries, cracks, Clumping on my skin I feel trapped; Wounded by crimson But I've no wounds My flesh's clean Was the blood really there? Lost, feeling the liquid drip from my hands I cry, "Lord, Mercy on me Whom did I slay? Who'd I betray?" But the silence answers all: The silence slices me Finer than the blade There's no reply, no ricochet Silence deafens me I fall to my knees Gone; Nothing but the bl