Blind mans prize. Beats bass treble he feels on his face. He cannot see but the vibrations speak to he and him. Blind as a bat wha he be. So wit that so far he sees perfectly. Sonar selective detective clicks and clack. Echo bouncing back as the slide rack. Lead slaps holes through skull to back. Exit wounds on that extra shił. Showing off they intention null to nil. Snuff out ya soul. De feet an kill ya dig. Seeks fleet deep bloodied vessels colled conned up shlitz creeek.
