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Jun 2018
Brisk lies of torment shake the foundation of time,
I'm breathing stale led air through the jesters tortured soul,
the darkness surrounds me under the murderers stone,
creations of decieved conceptual evil,
the marionette master of toiled deviation,
a songbirds symphony of infinite pain,
cast iron crown of peasantry nailed to my head,
brainless maggots of dead religions call to the sky,
the underworld answers, heathens of insanity cry, nothing truly exists, perceive your mind, one last breath, it's time to die
Steve
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Steve  24/M/New York
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