Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
Spiralling down for what seems and eternity,
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
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