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No Virgil to guide in the viewing of my sins Yet a devil indeed in the viewing of my cry’s Dreams Of bloodied oiled bodies A man riddled with sores Oozing the cry’s Of mad men sentenced to life What a sickness inferno Body’s twisted to nothing but flesh fragments Scraped on the cliffs of a greater Everest Men and women hurled indefinitely Bones broken and powdered With every cry of pulled apart flesh
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Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 4:31 PM UTC
Bad omens insight
No Virgil to guide in the viewing of my sins Yet a devil indeed in the viewing of my cry’s Dreams Of bloodied oiled bodies A man riddled with sores Oozing the cry’s Of mad men sentenced to life What a sickness inferno Body’s twisted to nothing but flesh fragments Scraped on the cliffs of a greater Everest Men and women hurled indefinitely Bones broken and powdered With every cry of pulled apart flesh
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22/M/Seattle Wa
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 4:31 PM UTC
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