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I looked for hope in the eyes of the endless, only to find lies that were relentless, a sin within the deceit, your deception worthless, a fraction of what was and could be, a dead bird at your feet, open the wings, let the maggots in, as a nagging, strikes deep, like a knife in the face, a clot in my hand, open the door, and test the …

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Power to the spoken word, let it burn through your lips as it earns its wings, you want the width, but can’t handle the girth, Your plight might be worthless, your eyes may be blind, Jupiter rising in the north, an arm of justice, a husk of hate, cunning lies, too late for goodbyes…  

Pretty perfect pictures, a dream of lies not told, a mechanical boy, with a heart of a dead soul, oil pumps clean, playing the role of a real toy, like the dildo in your drawer, waiting to sink into you once more, playing with your twisted mind, while you sit upon the throne of jealousy, …

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Look up in the sky, it’s today’s new high, a bead of sweat, a glistening rod, so thrust it’s in you, let it cum, your minds going to rage, as you escape the cage, violence personified, let it take you in, let it make you sin, as you feel your clit expand, come see, let’s …

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Fractured fascination, let me in, decaying flesh that still wants to live, blood poisoned by the venom of selfishness, regret a word not understood, pretending, practicing, share the life of a lie, unstable in its birth, a car crash in reverse, death before dying, won’t you play my victim, and let me take you in, to my perfect sin…

Catatonic whispers said on the bed of death, how the pretty kids lie on their feet, symptoms of a withering hand, upheld not without, a fornicated system, a mirror showing the true face of your insanity,  a mirror that’s more like a window, an opening, a hole, somewhere to venture,  a perfect place…

The dancing rabbits listen, as the tree of fate lies unforgiven, a disgusting is made, a message sent through a plague, disease and famine, death replaces birth, segmented sections, an ending, a succumbing, ritualistic happenstance, fleeting stares, grizzled words, a handful of hair, blood, dirt, and all things sweet, a favoured journey, a world deceased…

Motionless within the motion, meaningless sex, below the wanting of the need, a wall built to climb, a ride never to be ridden, feelings rotten, a scar from ear to ear, as the lie of an incomplete picture is told through blind eyes, cum on the face of your shame, wipe it across, and spread your sin….  

Suffrage on the way down, beast in abundance, and you don’t have that crown, you sat upon your head, a kingdom self-built, a kingdom wasted on the dead, in the wave of decay, you were a putrid mess, falling before your own eyes, a wish in a lie, a dream beneath closed eyes, suffer on your way down, for where you’re going, you won’t have your self-created crown…

Aggressive, passive, like an explosion waiting to ruin itself, like a lie segmented into a shell of misconceptions anew, repeat a choice, build the serpents tail, fracture its spine, meditate my need, festering disease, feed, rescind and receive, as the self-apocalypse has no apology, as I, do not complete me…