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The world calls my Passion 'human', but my God, how It rages whether you give yourself over to It or not; sooner or later It begins to twist; It mutates and its true form is revealed - oh It is much more inhuman, and oh, how much more severely the world is mistaken - than anyone could have imagined. Passion, It bares its fangs through its hellish ear-to-ear grin, saliva dripping off its teeth in the most hypnotic, animalistic fashion. Those who place themselves in between its very jaws (and they are Most), caring only that this demon of theirs has enough to eat, a full belly: an appeased appetite(monstrous as it is) they are left to starve, a decaying image.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
My Flesh
The world calls my Passion 'human', but my God, how It rages whether you give yourself over to It or not; sooner or later It begins to twist; It mutates and its true form is revealed - oh It is much more inhuman, and oh, how much more severely the world is mistaken - than anyone could have imagined. Passion, It bares its fangs through its hellish ear-to-ear grin, saliva dripping off its teeth in the most hypnotic, animalistic fashion. Those who place themselves in between its very jaws (and they are Most), caring only that this demon of theirs has enough to eat, a full belly: an appeased appetite(monstrous as it is) they are left to starve, a decaying image.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
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