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May 2013
**** my heart, inject me with purple darts
painted by Da Vinci  murdered by a work of art
breaking bars,
jammed my hands through broken shards.
****** by eternity,
the monster that came back from shaking mars.
doomed and colossus, middle of the mosh pit
I live for the funerals and party with the Gothics.

Tasting the hatred, who knew love was the flavor
cries as time flies, spits in the night sky
boiling our emotions, our love drowned in the tide.
dowsed in turpentine, serpents hiss down our spines,
lasers set to ****, ideas are nautiluss
the precious rapture precedes to rage on our kind.

The sun becomes the hottest
when power becomes modest.
reality for the fiction
more gifts for the gifted
everyday lost until the power levels shifted
weird, lost, and strange
most recognized of misfits.
killing off the normal to become different
one more guest to become a witness.
HOLYFUCKINGTERROR
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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR  my flat
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