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Energetic vampires crucify as their feet sink on the ground arms afloat in fits pounding their body is entirely hammered to sit in conclusions of others Their form is a liquid chameleon one that flows like a gel of misery Their emotions are on the gear drive like dying wax on a gassed chamber These dark energies are permeable as their existence fasten death on our calm natured souls Their doom is a constant taunt a blackened hole of dark form The horn they raise is evil like an adventure wire of unbalance For my destiny I hold them not Their eyes of desire vibrate like a treasure of lost beads *They beat in a sack and **** as we duck on the underpass Their nails are hardened and long as they gnaw all that is not theirs Their teeth protrude and grind grounded in the egoistical trespass Their palms are calloused and aged prearrange in a planned plot Their aura electrified to burn spreading a life threatening smoke that haze of the unnamed display As one rolls like a wrestled ball Let go and rise up from the witched prey Tilt the strength and dull their day Filter their strength from your glory Shadow them with the light and shine Go beyond, fly above, as they live below
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
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Energetic vampires crucify as their feet sink on the ground arms afloat in fits pounding their body is entirely hammered to sit in conclusions of others Their form is a liquid chameleon one that flows like a gel of misery Their emotions are on the gear drive like dying wax on a gassed chamber These dark energies are permeable as their existence fasten death on our calm natured souls Their doom is a constant taunt a blackened hole of dark form The horn they raise is evil like an adventure wire of unbalance For my destiny I hold them not Their eyes of desire vibrate like a treasure of lost beads *They beat in a sack and **** as we duck on the underpass Their nails are hardened and long as they gnaw all that is not theirs Their teeth protrude and grind grounded in the egoistical trespass Their palms are calloused and aged prearrange in a planned plot Their aura electrified to burn spreading a life threatening smoke that haze of the unnamed display As one rolls like a wrestled ball Let go and rise up from the witched prey Tilt the strength and dull their day Filter their strength from your glory Shadow them with the light and shine Go beyond, fly above, as they live below
SassyJ
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
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