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Pressed into the issue is my neck into the block They said "you'd lose your head if you 'unhinged' it" so they'd mock I'm set to wreck defenses of the bets deception in the case of my detected degradation in the path of my elation waiting for annihilation is my sense of violation I define the vices as a time to track, stack, and counteract my existential missile crisis Dress this deflected duress invented by these compressions and pulsing bloodlines distressed, with toxic vision's direction Repeating the motions but coming short with the payoff I'm stacking foundations, but the proof seems a way off I've said to myself I've ordered glory by priority If it's lost in the mail, good ******* luck with conformity Candle ends burning and hold my crest til it's fallen Burn the witch at the stake, cut my head at the block I'm holding out for the truth, and keeping this as my rock Your pilgrimage building, and running off with complacence I'll make a Mission of me, my temple and my new nascence.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Waiting for Annihilation is my sense of Violation
Pressed into the issue is my neck into the block They said "you'd lose your head if you 'unhinged' it" so they'd mock I'm set to wreck defenses of the bets deception in the case of my detected degradation in the path of my elation waiting for annihilation is my sense of violation I define the vices as a time to track, stack, and counteract my existential missile crisis Dress this deflected duress invented by these compressions and pulsing bloodlines distressed, with toxic vision's direction Repeating the motions but coming short with the payoff I'm stacking foundations, but the proof seems a way off I've said to myself I've ordered glory by priority If it's lost in the mail, good ******* luck with conformity Candle ends burning and hold my crest til it's fallen Burn the witch at the stake, cut my head at the block I'm holding out for the truth, and keeping this as my rock Your pilgrimage building, and running off with complacence I'll make a Mission of me, my temple and my new nascence.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
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