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The floors swallow me whole as the world keeps twisting my guts out, That’s the only feeling of peace that I know of. I can’t stop the constant spinning of my head, I rather just twist it off. Twist twist twist the bolt fell off, no more spinning anymore. Finally walking thru the blood filled streets, with a mind that stands still I see the goblins running around, scumming for trash and heads to give to the king. The king that sits on the throne of heads, just laughs as he crushes them underneath his fat filled *** I’m tired of the fantasy of peace, let me twist the head just back on.
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Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 3:16 AM UTC
Spinning
The floors swallow me whole as the world keeps twisting my guts out, That’s the only feeling of peace that I know of. I can’t stop the constant spinning of my head, I rather just twist it off. Twist twist twist the bolt fell off, no more spinning anymore. Finally walking thru the blood filled streets, with a mind that stands still I see the goblins running around, scumming for trash and heads to give to the king. The king that sits on the throne of heads, just laughs as he crushes them underneath his fat filled *** I’m tired of the fantasy of peace, let me twist the head just back on.
I hope my head still is where I left it
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Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 3:16 AM UTC
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