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clear as the empty sky and deeper than the soul of mankind all the. way.. down... fathoming further than soundwaves reach their molecular-minuscule hands into the bluest abyss below so far below but nothing grows not in holy-bleached waters baptized in plasma extracted from our darkest hearts invisible ink leaving writing in the sand walls between underwater things and we kings of the continent shattered like so much broken glass ground and tumbled into beads for our children to choke on drowning in empty seas reaching, never believing it could happen to us burning acid dreams diluted to seem clear as can be but we still can't see the water we drink stinks... _rotten fish/rotten flesh polluted streams/polluted seas waste/wasted_ __death death death drown drown down__ going. going... g (d) o n e -- _undone by recycled demon-dreams money for destroying everything profit on the apocolypse prophetically pathetic_ (we deserve to drink these sins 'til we drop into the nothing we created)
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
sterile waters
clear as the empty sky and deeper than the soul of mankind all the. way.. down... fathoming further than soundwaves reach their molecular-minuscule hands into the bluest abyss below so far below but nothing grows not in holy-bleached waters baptized in plasma extracted from our darkest hearts invisible ink leaving writing in the sand walls between underwater things and we kings of the continent shattered like so much broken glass ground and tumbled into beads for our children to choke on drowning in empty seas reaching, never believing it could happen to us burning acid dreams diluted to seem clear as can be but we still can't see the water we drink stinks... _rotten fish/rotten flesh polluted streams/polluted seas waste/wasted_ __death death death drown drown down__ going. going... g (d) o n e -- _undone by recycled demon-dreams money for destroying everything profit on the apocolypse prophetically pathetic_ (we deserve to drink these sins 'til we drop into the nothing we created)
We bleed our ignorance clearly.
nihiliti
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24/Agender/California
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
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