This little spitting shitting slug

muscles around and inside my mouth-

Kiss it under peril.

Another yet so brave-hearted

screams for liberty and love oh no,

it ain't livin' alone.

Forgot the howl and moon is shining,

heart's broken- brain's dining

what past's brought.

There is no memory worth to remind,

and no future close enough to be dreamed of,

blood rush.

I forgot these old words

and found some new ones for ya,

receive a new tongue.

Kiss it under peril,


blood rush.


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    Rounded spikes plus two central blade for the players to provide the most need of super grip.