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by Fate | The sweet sound of beligerant moans
crossing cries of pain
black as coal eyes glance at essence overhead
entity swallowing trivial gasps for air
air is not needed here
decapitated unicorns slayed by death's love
dawn brings darkness and consistent agony sweet with torn flesh
grated spins of stallion stitched in the sand
grity mass of decay
heaping piles of cartilage
intestinal grime clashing with cellulite
bantering beasts of glory
scum serated marrow infused with coronary muscle
perfection at its fittest
feelings finnaly lost
eternity damned to jacked up existence
where lie the sleeves queen?
faces destroy themselves here
its not who you are, its where are you
nothing to know
700 miles to the nearest soul
though its fate isnt clear...
theres nothing here my dear |
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