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The flayed flow of the **** forming a liturgy to the carrion soul of rot. The ferrous suffocation of sanguine screams deafen as the sinew of cacophonous loneliness binds. Love? A Petulant abrasion. In each breath crawling towards its hemorrhagic horror; desperate for the tender affliction coiling its thorns into flesh. Putrid in serenity with diseased beauty, yet hatefully devoted passions… Wordsmiths laid bare; a sacrifice to be deveined and devoured, A carcass of endeavouring putrefaction, persisting, only to be maimed. Strumming the mutilated nerves of the heart in its tachycardic fury is the only thing that awaits us Life, a great gift, yet must be by strangulation. Death a grave curse,yet must be requiem. In pathological egress, the bile yearns. Joy in exodus, ecstasy in emanation.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
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The flayed flow of the **** forming a liturgy to the carrion soul of rot. The ferrous suffocation of sanguine screams deafen as the sinew of cacophonous loneliness binds. Love? A Petulant abrasion. In each breath crawling towards its hemorrhagic horror; desperate for the tender affliction coiling its thorns into flesh. Putrid in serenity with diseased beauty, yet hatefully devoted passions… Wordsmiths laid bare; a sacrifice to be deveined and devoured, A carcass of endeavouring putrefaction, persisting, only to be maimed. Strumming the mutilated nerves of the heart in its tachycardic fury is the only thing that awaits us Life, a great gift, yet must be by strangulation. Death a grave curse,yet must be requiem. In pathological egress, the bile yearns. Joy in exodus, ecstasy in emanation.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
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