where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Tattered deviations in a blink of an eye unfold behind wicked lies, we see the truth bust shield our souls away from its bitterness, instead choosing to forget and twist reality in our own whimsical play thing, but it doesn’t but work that way, it cannot be that way, for we are no god, we …
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Marty smiles nervously, as he feels the edge of hit top lip quiver with annoyance. “S-S-SURPR-P-PRISE!” Sophie yells with glee, laughing hysterically before her face becomes emotionless and she stares coldly at Marty. “I CANNN TELL B-B-BY THE LOOK ON Y-Y-YYOUR ROT-T-TTEN FACE YOU DIDN’T EXPECT P-P-POOR LITTLE SOPHIE TO B-B-BE I-I-ITS WAY IN!” Marty …
He smiles softly and leans back in his chair, “Why is such an interesting question with so many desired outcomes, for we do so much for so little. Yet the one question that can pull every thread apart, is why. Why is the sky blue? Why do we cry when we’re sad? Why did the …
Continue reading "We Are The Sin That Never Forgives – Part Thirty"
Wishful thinking within a score of endless messages, lost somewhere in the subliminal lines stuck between words, meanings taken out of their context, punishment given through personal hate, religious bigots prophesying over city’s, ridiculous sexual escapades proudly spoken, yet we’re made to regret yesterday, we’re made to fear tomorrow, because today everyone burns for what …
Wash away the mud and blood, wash away the sin, hide away this face we wear, so they will let us in, how time can change what we are, but home is always home, and we become ourselves again, the one selves they’ve only known, so put away the knife, put away the axe, put …
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Jarvier grinds his teeth together, spitting a mouthful of spit to the ground. "So proud if yourself, aren't you?" He hisses deeply. "Why shouldn't I be? This word should be the crown in my jewel of excellence, but instead its a bitter pill disguised as a dream, and that is for all of us. That …
Continue reading "We Are The Sin That Never Forgives – Part Twenty-Nine"
“Why theses games!” Jarvier hisses as he charges up the stairs towards Marty, only to find himself standing at the bottom again. Marty smiles and takes a bite of his apple. “What makes you think I’m playing games with you?” “Don’t try and act like your innocent, we’ve both been down this road before and it …
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The child sits chained in the middle of the room, crowd around and take your turn, cut the child, let him bleed, bathe in his blood, wash in his seed, drench your needs, be cursed and forgiven, be empty then compete, sacrifice a child without sin, and repeat forever again, for there is no escape, …
She stares at her hands as if they were not her own but someone else’s, and begins squeezing them together tightly. A squishy sound loudly escapes from between the palms as the sweat seeps freely from her over saturated pores and pools between her small thin hands. “You don’t need to be nervous,” his voice …
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“Why must we be the ones to stay dead, aren’t you already dead as well?” Victoria hisses from behind him as she leaps upon his back and wraps her arms and legs around him. “What if we’re all, already dead lover. What would be your battle cry then?” “Don’t twist my words, we can’t all …
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