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The zeros Storm the forms adorned in the scorn of saints Malformed in hate headless in the taints of beasts Beseech-ed In the thrones of grief Desynced Inwardly seething the breeding of teething entities Learning to breath in the bodies of butchers Sent to me Tempting me As we may only, but gallantly trample the temples of turbulence, with the unrest of servants, tearing at the curtains of uncertainty Certainly Serenity's is to surrender to the satire of the cyclical rituals of daily habitual ******** Most of it Will commit to auto correct Show teeth and smile to the wild blue yonder, heaving bile in style, pondering the drugged and wordily wandering, of wedding rings, and how they are squandering the fonder things. Fear mongering in mourning of the mornings. uniforming So the heart can sing And I feel the abyss in all that is Cannot dismiss the list of pits In my gut As i strut my luck And wish On the sick sedatives of my sicknesses And in the shady masquerades of my accolades of disobedience. Its killing you, even if you don't believe in it
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
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The zeros Storm the forms adorned in the scorn of saints Malformed in hate headless in the taints of beasts Beseech-ed In the thrones of grief Desynced Inwardly seething the breeding of teething entities Learning to breath in the bodies of butchers Sent to me Tempting me As we may only, but gallantly trample the temples of turbulence, with the unrest of servants, tearing at the curtains of uncertainty Certainly Serenity's is to surrender to the satire of the cyclical rituals of daily habitual ******** Most of it Will commit to auto correct Show teeth and smile to the wild blue yonder, heaving bile in style, pondering the drugged and wordily wandering, of wedding rings, and how they are squandering the fonder things. Fear mongering in mourning of the mornings. uniforming So the heart can sing And I feel the abyss in all that is Cannot dismiss the list of pits In my gut As i strut my luck And wish On the sick sedatives of my sicknesses And in the shady masquerades of my accolades of disobedience. Its killing you, even if you don't believe in it
Mikhael
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Mikhael
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
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