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Rochelle R Jun 2014
Lest you find yourself amongst the bones,
Mask your face and quiet your soul.

Flock in lines of the mundane and meek,
Zip your lips, peacful keep.

This genocide of individuality is perverting our kind, incestually.
Perfect patterns, mechanically, processed, soundly.

The flawed are pushed aside,
The individuals are boxed up, shipped out, Pariahs.

So, don your masks, one and all!
Suit up, and watch your sheeple fall.
Waiting in the car. Pariah is my favorite word... Of the day.
Mr X Jun 2014
If you have sinned on Earth.
I'll make you pay for it on Earth itself.
Hell's way too far and too vague for the eyes.
Mr X May 2014
Remember how you tried to burn me and reduce me to ruins?

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The fire still persists,
And feeds on your cursed life.

— The End —