Did I ever tell you that,
The truth was d
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The pillars to the future?
Come to the play room,
The screens show the ugly.
The blank is beautiful.
Why is the distance of the room so hateful?
The birthed dissonance of the words,
Is crashing into my skull.
Her womb was empty,
I just had to be full,
Of the doctrine.
The bedside manner of the freaks,
Was so intriguing and seductive,
I fell onto the floor,
The spawn of Satan against my breast.

The screens went black.