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Feb 2017
dead imagined by a dead imagination,
and god is my **** boii,
no relation,
it is a sin to cut the skin yourself,
so if you measure me,
please pleasure me,
i got ****
sincerely i was born from the rat ***** my daddy ******
pour me
like acid on me
dissolve my complexities,
AAHHH ,
i feel a feeling
free of feeling,
senseless being,
motionless state,
move out from under
be in inside of me
6 different paths,
6 different eyes,
and i am 6
i am the six i worship
the contorted
and twisted runner of
the keepers of insanity
lock away their sanity
lock away their witness
lock as an ability
to perceive a straight reality
induced by his lobotomy
remember me
dismember me
members of this are
sorry
if im lost
u wont come out to find me
if im out, when in doubt, ****** out, if im feigned for existence
to be man is suicide
solicitors expected to solicit me my fears
but now u know
i fear i have no fears
permanoid,
void is man
we must begin the countdown to madness
let me begin, let me begin, before these bleeders
eat my feet
i ate my liver
i ate my splean, and if u ask
i ate my stomach
cuz i still need lungs to smoke
cuz i still **** god
nonstop *** all night
still need lungs to smoke
after ***
coalescing within you
after all you are
worthless.
Written by
Kado MacMurphy  Bozeman, MT
(Bozeman, MT)   
313
   Raven
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