58 Likes... [Parental Advisory: Explicit Lyrics!!!]

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The child can't believe its eyes. 
The thin blue band, with 3 lurking silhouettes in bluer shade, is contrast by a bright red square - a white number it outlines. 
Looks so 3D!! 
It's everything always waited for. 
3 - the number reads. 
The child, can't believe its eyes.

[XYZ, XYZ, Mylo-XYZOLOTTO and 55 other people like this, the drop down menu prompts.] 

The tears form, brim, svelter, fall, flow... 
Beliefless eyes, bathe aglow.

Finally. Finally!!!! Fine-a-fucking leee!!!!  
58.
58 Likes. 

Finally, one more receipt. 
Than the last deceit...
The much needed relief,
In the vague belief
That stereo-typed forms:
the sculpted triceps,
are crucifix norms.
Or bosoms of mother crying,
Can stop a baby from dying.
I could promise i'm worthy,
But i'd probably be lying.
If that 58th like,
Did not matter to a child,
Or its eyeing
The baby IS dying.
Thrown out along,
alongwith the bathwater...
In a sea that's flying.
Multiplying. 

It's not too much more,
Than springsteen's TV set with nothing ons.
Moans.
Bygones.

Bygones of the future...

57 > 58.

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