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Honor

i don't fear the god above i'm frightened of his hands on earth thousand of fingers knitting chains imprisoning these blooming peonies in the garden of hell * i'll chop your fingers off by watering
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Written by
Tord
Published
Mar 19, 2014
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15·35
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(T.S.B)

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#honor#hell#fear#coercion#freedom#minimalism#religion
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