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"Micro-organisms are the most powerful force known to man. Everything relies on these tiny creatures, And even us, the giants of the climates- Are subject to a cold wind of a virus." - Micro- Economica, Control every activation- Watch the electronics- Spawn and stuff, Primordial goo is gruff. - Enough fist-i-cuffs It's rough. - Every expression, hides a smaller organism Smiling and fizzling. - Micro-organisms, We are controlled every hour. We are the wretches... - Half smiles, packed with germ styles It's sick. It's just the way we function- on top of the garbage pile. - Grasp for the notion- Emotion is an ocean Grasp the notion- Emotion's in commotion. - It's the essence of a penned hand, Every letter is different, that forms un-same words. The chromosomes that form us- We are entitled to so much corruption. - Bold faced lie- It's agonizing, trying to fight Having raging black mold Conformation in cleaning out our insides. - But I smile... My teeth crawling with it, Everywhere, Carry as I speak."
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
Backtearia
"Micro-organisms are the most powerful force known to man. Everything relies on these tiny creatures, And even us, the giants of the climates- Are subject to a cold wind of a virus." - Micro- Economica, Control every activation- Watch the electronics- Spawn and stuff, Primordial goo is gruff. - Enough fist-i-cuffs It's rough. - Every expression, hides a smaller organism Smiling and fizzling. - Micro-organisms, We are controlled every hour. We are the wretches... - Half smiles, packed with germ styles It's sick. It's just the way we function- on top of the garbage pile. - Grasp for the notion- Emotion is an ocean Grasp the notion- Emotion's in commotion. - It's the essence of a penned hand, Every letter is different, that forms un-same words. The chromosomes that form us- We are entitled to so much corruption. - Bold faced lie- It's agonizing, trying to fight Having raging black mold Conformation in cleaning out our insides. - But I smile... My teeth crawling with it, Everywhere, Carry as I speak."
FINV "Backtearia." v4 (7/3/17-7/22/17) -by Evi D. Halo
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
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