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[westlakethug]

i propose a toast
to a man with no face
his death would mean more
but he didnt leave a trace
lets drink to young children
and drink to his health
for hes dead now i know
snug somber and stealth
he was a great man
he was a late man
always prone to hate man
and woman alike
dirty was his wardrobe
adorned and grotesque
he walked these city streets
believing himself the best
at what we wont know
for his mind did not show
whats left to think
to this man i will drink
his axe it kept grinding
till his blade ran out
this once briliant candle
was truely snuffed out
so id drink to ideals
and id drink to the fight
but this lone desert prisoner
will not drink tonight
his lips are not parched
his belly still full
for deaths sweet banquet
makes all others seem dull

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