Wickedly Abusing Substance Of Malnourished Apathy – Wrapped In Words

Subliminal messages burrowing in my brain, circulating around and around like wasps at a child’s birthday party, violent upheavals discrimination nothing selfishly subtracted from the sins of a dying breath, scream subsequently at the darkness as it slithers it’s horrible hand into your nether regions, suffering times the departure of my existence, resend, rewind, request a forgiveness of time stolen by the lonely serpent that swallowed all I was as the world ended…

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