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We hide and nurse our dilapidated Bodies from the blistering day. Come night we tear into our Tender flesh in mad dismay. "Peel away thy carnal mask. Punish thyself in blissful blows That sinks deep below thy bones." We are lost in this atramentous esplanade, In perpetual suffering for our evil, white god.
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
La Folie de la Lune
We hide and nurse our dilapidated Bodies from the blistering day. Come night we tear into our Tender flesh in mad dismay. "Peel away thy carnal mask. Punish thyself in blissful blows That sinks deep below thy bones." We are lost in this atramentous esplanade, In perpetual suffering for our evil, white god.
alexandros
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
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