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*father does not rule for long he is the wicked child's plaything id's robot slave a sacrificial money machine he is baby ghoul dressed in a costume of culture regulated by the iron fist of war the world souls industry he's made to ware a uniform with little silver spiked buttons drawn rigid to the throat windpipes nag and cruel shoes shinning decorated in a suit of fire that feels like a shredded hair shirt with a power choker tie and a nifty haircut costumed a real cloths horse he seeks the approval of the sold out and had his wings pulled off long before he had whiskers another workin stiff buying his freedom one insult at a time fathers loyalty rests with the child that's where evil pleasures lurk first comes the devil daddies real father he is the old man chaos his name a bodiless monster a disorganized dream work with seething expectations a somatic octopus a grabbing insatiable hunger bucket daddy was born tomorrow to get along and go along to listen and obey a reluctant inmate daddy says you gotta suffer so you don't have to suffer we all end up ****** dry like bone moths cowards huddled or homeless dread and quickly dead*
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
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*father does not rule for long he is the wicked child's plaything id's robot slave a sacrificial money machine he is baby ghoul dressed in a costume of culture regulated by the iron fist of war the world souls industry he's made to ware a uniform with little silver spiked buttons drawn rigid to the throat windpipes nag and cruel shoes shinning decorated in a suit of fire that feels like a shredded hair shirt with a power choker tie and a nifty haircut costumed a real cloths horse he seeks the approval of the sold out and had his wings pulled off long before he had whiskers another workin stiff buying his freedom one insult at a time fathers loyalty rests with the child that's where evil pleasures lurk first comes the devil daddies real father he is the old man chaos his name a bodiless monster a disorganized dream work with seething expectations a somatic octopus a grabbing insatiable hunger bucket daddy was born tomorrow to get along and go along to listen and obey a reluctant inmate daddy says you gotta suffer so you don't have to suffer we all end up ****** dry like bone moths cowards huddled or homeless dread and quickly dead*
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
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