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# This ripe darkness this mourning dream a wrenching weakness fit for the guillotine An arrangement made sheer comfort prepared the end of fate and, oh, how I dared This dry paper this cold pit an agonising vapor that smells of blood and spit 'Tis my mind my wicked flesh a soul pined peeled off and fresh Dressed soft tongued I raised Cain being shunned silenced I remain This dawning fright this nightly echo here comes the blight light, don't let go #
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Blight
# This ripe darkness this mourning dream a wrenching weakness fit for the guillotine An arrangement made sheer comfort prepared the end of fate and, oh, how I dared This dry paper this cold pit an agonising vapor that smells of blood and spit 'Tis my mind my wicked flesh a soul pined peeled off and fresh Dressed soft tongued I raised Cain being shunned silenced I remain This dawning fright this nightly echo here comes the blight light, don't let go #
#blight#mind#illness#darkness#soul#agonising#nightmare#flesh#wicked#eerie
Blade-Maiden
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33/F/The Sixth Station
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
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