Needles Kane (Black)
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Twisted Metal series.
Summary:
A poem based on Needles Kane/Sweet Tooth from Twisted Metal: Black.
The curse the bastard preacher evangelized
At the evil clown's infamous execution. Confined under that contraption
Motherfucking burning a seltzer bottle couldn't piss out
The pain. The hurting, boys and girls. The hurting boys 'n girls
Three months and more, his head fried without a fault
A mind as wonderfully broken, as ill from bends and from twists
On the nuthouse coaster as this
Which could butcher a minotaur, forget, and wear its demon fur
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Fucker shouldn't have read his Bible
The antidote. It was his blood. Pious prick got his due
The insomniac's dream wasn't over. So much of Midtown not victims to his priorities
He'd merely begun to slice the world's throat
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A sweet tooth. An urge. For kills to be achieved
Crazier
Than my life as I see it