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Jan 2022
What is the purpose I'm creeping and lurking
Released from the furnace beneath the Earth's surface

I ate from the fruit and became one as God
Unlocked my third eye from the sauce of the rot
Bloodstained tragic thoughts portraying a life since lost
My head on the chopping block
Breaks way once it comes full stop

No reprieve, the darkness - it beckons me
Heart beats bleed within my sleeves

Here I'm dearly departing
Dissipating oblivion
To become the nether
Lapsing in consciousness

What is the purpose I'm creeping and lurking
Released from the furnace beneath the Earth's surface
These wrists bare my witness - the pain it just worsens

Laced cream of the crop
All but sure at the top I'm submerging
fate's twisting well from beyond the cell
I've been plagued since my birth, yeah

No reprieve, the darkness - it beckons me
Heart beats bleed within my sleeves

Here I'm dearly departing
Dissipating oblivion
To become the nether
Lapsing in consciousness
From the trauma, despondent
Postmortem; I live again
All of the cosmic horror
Suddenly flourishes

Goodbye to my sorrow
As I grieve at the loss of all hope

My corpse behind closed doors
Lies beneath the floorboards
Death swarms me to the core
Feeding the locust hordes

Fear disappears as the end draws here
When all else fails - count your lucky stars
Near and far -  once you've seen God
You'll recoil with your back to the wall

What is the purpose I'm creeping and lurking
Released from the furnace beneath the Earth's surface
These wrists bare my witness - the pain it just worsens
My show sets the stage, and now here come the curtains
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Cunning Linguist
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Cunning Linguist  29/M/An illusion of reality
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