where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
I saw it before it happened, I felt the blood hit my face before it sprang from your neck, the look in your eyes was of no surprise, I saw it there and I could not care, putrid and depressing, was the foulness of you, constantly threatening to destroy my sanity, interrupting my joy, sodomizing …
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How the lies fascinate me, how your touch makes me dry reach, purposefully betraying, every word you say, suffocating tomorrow, with the lust of yesterday, I creep and I crawl, over floor and over wall, my blade buries deep, in a home made for one, you made me a joke, you made me your fool, …
Simplicity at its finest, words roll from my tongue, like they were destined to be said, my hate given form, my darkness given shape, lies upon lies, burying the truth, shameful is my sin, yet, in the house of man, I am given a seat, at the head of his table, I am the weapon …
Children bitter about their lives, strike out towards their so-called abusers, separating fact from fiction, knowingly following the lie, reprogramming themselves, twisting their words and their actions, to another's song, how revolting the end is, aren't you glad you stayed, to watch it all exploded out your lazy fat arse. Sign up to The Twisted …
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Separate the alliance for war, betrayal is a failure, trust no longer a common practice, fate of the many, lost in the hands of the few, dark days, rivers of blood, many holes to be dug, in the end, it was nothing but a misguided step, by a lover, not a hater, and mankind, she …
It started slowly, passing from person to person, infecting, destroying, decaying, all that was built, the world wasn't ready, hope, was out of reach, three days after the first case of infection was reported, eighty-three percent of the earths population, had fallen ill with the disease, two days after that, it wasn't about treating the …
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Dark times are coming, I've seen it, through eyes of the dead, the lords, the rulers, the keepers of kingdom, who wait, who prepare power, for their return, the one, the maker, the lord of lords, but little do they know, he is not just missing, she has not just gone in search of who …
let reality as you know it, fall away, and instead, embrace what I say, what my words paint for you, as the truth, I know from the cradle we are taught, what is, is, and lies, fantasy, and fiction, only exist in our minds, in movies and book, but, what if this world we live, …
Tales told from ages gone, whispered through time, from old to young, a beast, a demon, half man, half animal, born of hate, twisted from a gods gift to man, locked in the darkness, kept in a maze, its victims feed by its master, the beast its slave, hate, villainy, a hero, it's defeat, but it's …
Mining pennies from the well of despair, it came to me there, making promises, offering me a way out, free of my past, free of my sins, a deal it said, one signed in blood, I sat there, soaking in my own shit, despising everything I was, it promised me again, it said my past …
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
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