Sweat Machine

The Devils.
The Devils.
The Devils eating lunch in front of me.
I'm setting knives.
I'm setting plates.
I'm setting forks.
Rose water and rosary chains.
If I get through dessert I can throw up later on.
He fattens me.
Blindfolds me.
Roasts me on forks with three prongs.



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin King
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