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Eyes of coal that sparkle in the light breathing through mucus they hide from sight, ******* the life out of us but their hearts beat dead, their teeth stained yellow, vile hands stained red *bullet wounds gun shot holes maggots and lice thriving between fleshy folds* disgustingly perfect, attached together with surgical seams ripping minds open and feasting upon dreams; Bogeymen of the new age, souls unjust and undone an obscenity to all even Death does run - *gods sinful monkeys and alien babies fed with drugs and frothing with rabies stealing new borns, fresh blood to medicate, creating new gods to **** upon and hate* the Beautiful People are back and more horrific than ever, their grotesque masked with wax feathers masquerading as angels, slyly drawing you in corrupting your mind with mutilated sin *everything makes sense in a senseless world sanity insane, torturous, curled* and as I look at their swaying fleshy folds I fear for humanity, for what the blackened future holds - incarnadine stained nails, rotted bones, lungs riddled with pus yes the Beautiful People are abhorrent but they're also one of us.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
Children Of The Grotesque
Eyes of coal that sparkle in the light breathing through mucus they hide from sight, ******* the life out of us but their hearts beat dead, their teeth stained yellow, vile hands stained red *bullet wounds gun shot holes maggots and lice thriving between fleshy folds* disgustingly perfect, attached together with surgical seams ripping minds open and feasting upon dreams; Bogeymen of the new age, souls unjust and undone an obscenity to all even Death does run - *gods sinful monkeys and alien babies fed with drugs and frothing with rabies stealing new borns, fresh blood to medicate, creating new gods to **** upon and hate* the Beautiful People are back and more horrific than ever, their grotesque masked with wax feathers masquerading as angels, slyly drawing you in corrupting your mind with mutilated sin *everything makes sense in a senseless world sanity insane, torturous, curled* and as I look at their swaying fleshy folds I fear for humanity, for what the blackened future holds - incarnadine stained nails, rotted bones, lungs riddled with pus yes the Beautiful People are abhorrent but they're also one of us.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
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