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I still deny the rules and social ties of citizen spies that i televise by shouting chanted anthems into the sky yet to comply with the codes of conduct i defy as you synthesize the number and size i am careful not to compromise the lost light within my eyes my cold gaze reflective of your demise and i scrutinize them until they realize they're being penalized for the lies until maggots monopolize your corpse through your cries until pulled away by the hissing of shadowed flies that fly into the lost light in my eyes until my pupils cauterize locking you inside institutionalised and i am imprisoned in a prism of realism as anti social collisions have me pulling my soul through verbal incisions seeping radioactive emissions from the legions of religions from the season of rhyme without reason failure to pay darkened tuitions is now treason as catastrophic cataclysms lock me away in my primal visions my verbal inflictions as though holy missions to infuse friction smashing through my divided contradictions and feeding my addictions good riddance
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
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I still deny the rules and social ties of citizen spies that i televise by shouting chanted anthems into the sky yet to comply with the codes of conduct i defy as you synthesize the number and size i am careful not to compromise the lost light within my eyes my cold gaze reflective of your demise and i scrutinize them until they realize they're being penalized for the lies until maggots monopolize your corpse through your cries until pulled away by the hissing of shadowed flies that fly into the lost light in my eyes until my pupils cauterize locking you inside institutionalised and i am imprisoned in a prism of realism as anti social collisions have me pulling my soul through verbal incisions seeping radioactive emissions from the legions of religions from the season of rhyme without reason failure to pay darkened tuitions is now treason as catastrophic cataclysms lock me away in my primal visions my verbal inflictions as though holy missions to infuse friction smashing through my divided contradictions and feeding my addictions good riddance
Mikhael
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
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