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Slip into control Satan. Take my rising rage And pressured passion. It is wasted and hated By those I entrusted. I am standing alongside My own corpse and it is time Someone else used it. I don’t remember the death But my own magic is missing. I need your fangs to dig deep Seep the venom into my veins The white purity has led to pain. At least with you I know That is what will come. And It is my choice. I tire of promises ****** in my face like salvation. It is horseshit. I will never rebuke God But the toxic teachers of the church Have led me to this tragedy.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
Choice
Slip into control Satan. Take my rising rage And pressured passion. It is wasted and hated By those I entrusted. I am standing alongside My own corpse and it is time Someone else used it. I don’t remember the death But my own magic is missing. I need your fangs to dig deep Seep the venom into my veins The white purity has led to pain. At least with you I know That is what will come. And It is my choice. I tire of promises ****** in my face like salvation. It is horseshit. I will never rebuke God But the toxic teachers of the church Have led me to this tragedy.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
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