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Nov 2018
Many have fallen
Fewer chosen
You see realizing this life is just a fragment of my infinite imagination where theirs many worlds I’ve existed in such paradox’s.
My theology shackled mind chronologically ordered by my nightmarish slaughter of a utopian society admired by the percentage of the world so rich and left unseen,
being coated by molds of acid hemispheres of worlds we’ve jacked in seems to die slow by the third degree and it’s worsening.
Astro sized coffins must be bought in this day in time to substitute grazed heated bullets piercing spines, thighs and eyes, minds ****** from auras chakra points paralyzed moments ahead when our flesh became ****** and scrutinized.
Written by
BLVNK  23/M/Brooklyn
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