Something awful itches in these walls.
I found a subtle genius in that white, hot hatred of yours.
Misuse is practice, perfected and played.
In time I'm gonna get what's mine.To Brooklyn, I'm homebound,
A trap to the east.
Marking miles of martyrs of better men than me.
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