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Natural Born Losers

A womb of filth

Creations hell

Wastes of skin

A world within

Toxic recharge

Through flesh to bone

A needle drips

A soul eclipsed

Content with dying

Continue to feed,

Criminal possession

Poison obsessions

From the gutters of hell

zombified and sick,

In a deathly search for a hit.

Get shanked in your back

for a gram of meth and crack

In the middle of the night

over you with a knife

Willing to take your life,

A path to the grave

Struggle and strife

Raped and neglected

An inconvenient truth

A negative vortex

sucks them in and through

Still born babies

And violent disputes

A life not worth living

Not for me or you

Natural born losers