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Jan 2014
In the DIABOLIQUE

The MACABRE



We stagger on
Into eachother

Thru and beyond



Creating DEATH

Destroying

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("It's --- The Times ---"
We say)

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Time for the sharpened mind
The angry stare

Time for Purely Selfish
Manifestations

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Time for the

UNGODLY

The

MASQUERADE

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To label as PRETENTIOUS

love for Man

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The SHRAPNELED HATE

the blanket indifference

To eachother's fate

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Does any true body remain?

Come its time to walk awhile and talk to Me
Written by
jeffrey robin
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