Rumble
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A bottle breaks a face cuts an ear that falls down.
Starving dog finds his snack Chews, bits, spits and run away.
The teeth that once were smiling
Are now lying on a pond of blood
Along with them is a cold hard body
Waiting for kicks that soon will come.
The man is now dumped
Yelling for his forth coming death.
A fire-gun shoots twice,
Giving him his pleaded rest.
Smelly rotten meat,
A present to the rats,
Filling a shallow grave,
The same old common trap
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