Poem
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wicked sounds coming, the days seeing it’s end, midnight ain’t a time, its a fact of life, the rider is crying, the signs are melting, we keep calling for the saviour, but they ain’t gonna come, webbed feet below me, spiders on the ceiling, you call again, the vibrations around me, eyes are all watching…
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eye the salty tablets, pass the magazine, the dawn of the faceless bastards has taken effect, beauty is a lie, hate the trendsetter, wake the woken, show them the error of their ways, watch your star shine, see your fate take shape, you’re becoming one of them, lying to others, shaping your face with plastic,…
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snowed-in beneath my sin, I wished a tale of freedom tonight, yet in it birthed an evil thought, a thought that broke my mind in two, dreams escaped my shattered skull, possessing the skin that covered the earth, invading its flesh, diseasing its soul, joining the soil that was muddy and stale, the sun didn’t…



