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Feb 2018
I am the shameless *****.
For sinning is in my blood
and I am shown that every month
at my bodies detest,
destroying a cell.
It was set for life but not so,

rip your guts out.

And He Is a shameless tyrant.
King of the world
murdering theif

And in our destitute

alone

we were nothing more than edging towards a bottom
eating our own flesh in rage and jealousy at each other

but when  My Whoreship
met His Tyranny
we found purpose.
In unison.

We found joy in expression
we found that coming together
made us worthy of something.
gave our sins reason
gave our sins a divinity
which could never be changed.

A perfection of two ever destructive things.

Two things which always destroy themselves
coming together
in perpetuity

and creation

something either were incapable of.

and that  is the origin of evil.
and how life came forth from it.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
81
   Jester
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