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I see a ransacked carcass It’s not bleeding or writhing, it doesn’t even disintegrate It lies And lies while standing Allowing itself to be ****** into the dullest void It’s own life. There is nothing more pathetic then a blind visionary With a compass and a map dumb and pestilent its eyes roll into its head and stare at the GRAY ******* MATTER inside The mountain is in front of it but it will never see the view darkness sets in but it’s morning. No ones sees the death. No one rolls their eyes back around. They all die alone in a forest full of people.
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
Gray Does’ntmatter
I see a ransacked carcass It’s not bleeding or writhing, it doesn’t even disintegrate It lies And lies while standing Allowing itself to be ****** into the dullest void It’s own life. There is nothing more pathetic then a blind visionary With a compass and a map dumb and pestilent its eyes roll into its head and stare at the GRAY ******* MATTER inside The mountain is in front of it but it will never see the view darkness sets in but it’s morning. No ones sees the death. No one rolls their eyes back around. They all die alone in a forest full of people.
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
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