The Musk Of Death

Down
Down in the deepest
The deepest reaches
The deepest reaches
Of the
Of the
The Trashden
Oh there is a bog
The musk of death is heavy In the air
It's because Neuralink Dumps all their monkey Corpses right there
And the musk man lives in A shack made of straw
He's alright I guess he gave Me a Tesla and a monkey Paw
If you continue through The fog
You'll find smoking in a Small pool
Gromes the trash witch
And she'll be asking her Baby for career advice
And she will set it down And walk away when it Cries
When it's old enough to Call her mother it will be Exiled
It will be exiled
It will be exiled
I returned to find the musk Man frantically running About
He said he and his team Had figured it out
There was no one else There
He had a chip is his head
A little light blinking red
I can see it all he said
As he began ripping hair From his head
It started to come out in Bloody chunks
And He didn't stop until he Stopped all together
He lay there motionless
I kick his body in the bog And it was time to move On
It was time to move on

I've got a lot on my plate
An trust me it all taste Fucking great
I got to carry on
I've got a witch's head
And the musk mans dead
That's all that needed to be Said
Mission log
I don't what the date is