This is
mosquito control I’m on the stinging end your tongue is spilling pins vector of
the secret disease your voice is like a rusted
Plane in a rusted sky
Your beak pierces me in the back of my neck your skin erupts my skin into a
rash this is mosquito control I’m on the stinging end I’m on the stinging end
Mosquito control life under the swatter (never turn you back, never close your
eyes) pulling wings tight strip to paralyze mosquito control breed in stagnant
warmth
Mating of the swarm mating of the filth (blood for breeds dripping poisoned
mouths) thin the swarm population controlling stingers suck you dry digging
needle deep
Leaving poison itch digging mosquito control population control exterminate the
swarm on wings and needles
Suck me dry bleed me dry
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