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Rock, paper, ice pick
Nice trick, no homonym
Cut outs from a magazine
Make letters for your mom and them
Who remember arts and crafts
These killers is artisans
With an arsenal to elevate your arteries
Start again
Rock, paper, zip tie
That slow burn, that drip dry
That fissures in your field of vision
Make your world a fish-eye
That round edge make it worser
When the bubble burst you just cry
Layed on the floor without a tongue trying to ask why
Rock, paper, gunshot
Passing out in some spots
If you prefer the sweet life maybe you can die like gum drops
Smooth and round and melting, if you're left out where the suns hot
This the preferred method of smart killers and dumb cops
