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What makes a man kill? She questioned as strange shrouds hung over Southeastern and Prospect in a white slum on a broken night she was the glue illuminated by the moon reciting spray paint hieroglyphics scrawled on walls What makes a man kill? She questioned drunkards chattered my reply The gunshots are getting closer work starts tomorrow at eight a.m. Bricks in my pillow at seven thirty This have been a sad day for country music You cannot untie this knot Countless broken backs for countless useless products A dignified man and a job well done Reasonable doubt will not be enough to avoid crucifixion in our nation of perverts Attention fetishist shoppers Thriving survivals is your god Leave lives in ruin if you must We bleed tabloid We are safe we are fit and we are having fun The stench of burning flesh will never reach this neighborhood You cannot untie this knot What makes a man kill? Is it noble when it is his order? Is it pitiful when it is his well? Countless broken backs for countless useless products A lifetime of suspicion A timed escape from a trained fleet of rats A polished boot grinding into your neck Baring teeth for biting ankles Is what makes a man kill