Hit me again, tell me I'm trash. Spit at me again, say I'm always wrong. Make another noise, try to be a clown. For you know not what will happen. You are awakening a monster, from his slumber he rises. And when he is out, blood will be collected. So touch me again. Try to be a comedian. For wwhen you do, your head will be mine. Then we will see who is laughing.
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