Does the earth gravitate?
Does not all matter, aching
affect all matter?
there's no chance at all:
we are trapped by a singular fate.
But id be in suspense for on such
a pretense
you wouldn't be you
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain
They either ******* or killed us.
Ignore all possible concepts and possibilities
Prey that our eventful alien over lords
are not Archibald-based,
Muscles better, nerves more;
forever making poetry in the lap of death, humanity..
i hate you.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
Does the earth gravitate?
Does not all matter, aching
affect all matter?
there's no chance at all:
we are trapped by a singular fate.
But id be in suspense for on such
a pretense
you wouldn't be you
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain
They either ******* or killed us.
Ignore all possible concepts and possibilities
Prey that our eventful alien over lords
are not Archibald-based,
Muscles better, nerves more;
forever making poetry in the lap of death, humanity..
i hate you.
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