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#infernal
For every dream you held Bite once the metal rod For every life believing what you said Tighten it Tighten the screws to your head For every night you slept Soundly, oblivious For every light you didn't know you held Tighten it Tighten the noose to your neck If you dream Past this point No solace lies See the face Of honor Twist into a knife Incision Precision The external Infernal force Will leave you empty Innards on the asphalt Appalled and Bleeding on the fault line All night
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
Fault
She is the Devil Standing in the Doorway Constantly reminding me of the Debt I've yet to pay She looks like Heaven Divine and Catastrophic Hellcat and Rogue Apostate Tells me, "There's Hell to Pay." Gotta find a way Gotta get away I'm in deep too and there's Hell to Pay She is Satan in a Red Dress and Six-Inch Stilletto Heels Crimson-Colored Lipstick With matching Sharpened Nails Her Clawmarks in my Skin Remind me every day That my soul belongs to Her, and there's still Hell to Pay Gotta find a way Gotta get away I'm in too deep and there's Hell to Pay She is the One Unholy She is the Queen of Time Her Love Burns on Eternal in the Furnace of my Mind My Spirit is her Claim From now until the End of Daze Ours are the Hearts of Evil And still there's Hell to Pay Gotta find a way Gotta get away Running outta days until there's Hell to Pay Leviathan Cross Forever in Her Flesh Her Eyes, Ablaze with Hellfire Gaze into the Abyss No Matter how Savagely I Ravage Her and Damage Her She always Returns for yet another Massacre. Gotta find a way Gotta get away Running outta days until there's Hell to Pay
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
Hell to Pay
In every one-word world, exotic spaces' gradual state of life proclaimed as a melon . As the urges to divide the pleasures of the infernal forth from the happiness which has closed in to the square-shaped restless less rolling boxes. And what the treat is if all of the souls from the cypress take the higher breaths of the shrew and belabor them unto the points of humanity, uncivilized humanity that is quite bountifully. During this autumnal abscission where the alizarin and pallid arms and edges, crooked and afraid, steep in the sullied tatterdemalion and the mysophilia that emimart
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
April 26, 2014