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Morbidly we wait drool drops Hydration for insects They gag on the taste The eyes need illumination conclusions by way of structure fire Ash covered and mechanic These minds crave the edge purveyors of our time We breathe easy glass separates the chaos Structured and correct rather observe than interact When these walls shatter and we gaze into that abyss once so distant We finally see the irony of our curiosity It touches the skin in numbing complexity A malfunctioning brain spins dizzy nerves become alien No control Still we deny asking why? Muscles go slack eyes glaze for the fun house Ink filled pages Tell nights tragedies in the boldest of detail More looks of longing coffee over obituary breakfasts Eyes slightly gleam with glee victorious in an insect existence We crave the ***** and the depraved Even the healthiest of minds stops for the strange So we wait for the new downfall Never thinking we could be the ones next observed with primitive pleasure One billion hungry souls screaming for more
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
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Morbidly we wait drool drops Hydration for insects They gag on the taste The eyes need illumination conclusions by way of structure fire Ash covered and mechanic These minds crave the edge purveyors of our time We breathe easy glass separates the chaos Structured and correct rather observe than interact When these walls shatter and we gaze into that abyss once so distant We finally see the irony of our curiosity It touches the skin in numbing complexity A malfunctioning brain spins dizzy nerves become alien No control Still we deny asking why? Muscles go slack eyes glaze for the fun house Ink filled pages Tell nights tragedies in the boldest of detail More looks of longing coffee over obituary breakfasts Eyes slightly gleam with glee victorious in an insect existence We crave the ***** and the depraved Even the healthiest of minds stops for the strange So we wait for the new downfall Never thinking we could be the ones next observed with primitive pleasure One billion hungry souls screaming for more
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
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