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what words come out of
feeling, i drive
and die once again
in this looking glass
i come out of
the shell that delivers
so many figures
and triumphs in this concoction
limited and drinking thinking
of looming dripping, slow deaths
sloped sophia, drained of the drill slumber
just nothing for your dress i lie bloodstained
the fortitude of man, what you look at again
so much that's inept - so much slime
lie in my dark
somber sludge
a face that's so
insignificant
now that you are
dreaming of
my wanderers again
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contrived dissection
03:18
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immolation now descends, and long sanguine disciples
frenzied diminished and slipping
motion ability slick - slithering slightly
deep in our - mounded alignment
what would you do for my trust?
so many thoughts are coming to my head
thriving in anger and the punishment instead
what thoughts come to nothing in this arrival
we worry no more in this time.
slowly i drive out the merciless
and torment those that are drifting apart from me
in my poison i linger and smile with your draining
vampiric bleeding gothic clichΓ©s, bleeding once more
thoughts of the driven, yet driven with faults
westward to the knowledge of that which is nothing
yet again, i could possibly dominate you
and then, it would be lowly to subjugate
still dreading your punishment
in what it takes to be free again
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immaterial yet obsessive
03:16
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no more of this, the first one said
in our timely play
dreaming of your work again
so many things are at stake here
i could possibly draw your nothingness
so you will slowly dive into this accruement
now that you are listening
we can then travel along with your guide
slightly descending into the nothing i spoke
the voracious, so overly satisfied
why would you never define the nothing?
i will let you plead for my worries
and instead, this time, you will be mine
you speak so fearfully
worried of what they all think
in how you speak of nothing, and nothing at all
it's not a concept or anything you can grasp
it is simply nonexistent
i am dead, and i never lived
i work with your dripping anguish
and now i bleed on your portrait again
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the lifeless innocence
03:25
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worry not, my friend
we are politely soul patching
and downing the swan's juices
i revel in this absinthe of the lake
misery and i - come together with no necessities
mystery of the doorway, a polite manner
subject now shifting, the horned light
wondering of a concrete vision
would it be so sure? if you were to now die here
on your own work, and just choke on it
all that is within you is so skeletal
when the slander is peering in
or would you create another design
wishing for the match in this spell
that burns it all to the ground
and the animals are all screaming
the children still crying
the hordes of mastery just continue on
with the bullet that unleashes
the death of love
and the love of death
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binding oesophagus
03:03
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you will never know
what it means to be human
you will never think about
the polite manner of which
food is dragged to your table
and dismembered, choked
unsightly, plain
you will never worry
that you will never relate
what it takes to become
something more
connected in the pieces of bone
a fragile docile meatling
something you are
consuming the strained
stop and watch the agony
when family consumes
the powder and fire
in this writing
you laugh, at the worker
never reading anything
wise, yet a vacant stare
breathing maggots
edible for your leisure
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words of undead mothers
03:45
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melancholy, melancholic, this wall
tips the alive slime - able to?
this molar fickle - morning calling
the drench of a stone worries and slips
the whimper of the foraging
the tangible elements and sworn alarm
as winded down slithers oblige therapeutically
whittle alone still then light
shone in a noise, shame then drain
amicable thinking, applying diminished
tar now trickle, this worded ambience
tipped and dripping - woven in a life
so movement aeonic, ability of welding
ploughing amiss, drifted and sly
a congruent contradiction
a cognitive prognosis
a compliant psylence
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union incision
04:57
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soldier on and then drink all the contemplation
thinking of your draining limitless knowledge
working with the freakshow, again now
this is the foraging we speak of
then dine on the light and movement
that which drives a mission
then consuming all the portals
this is the amputation we dream of
then worsening of the compliance
i'm not sure of the drawled open seed
this is why we are so two many, solitude
taper rich almighty ones, why i hired another
soul danger wish, and might in this retch
what have you done with the truth?
why are you deleting the majesty
slice my fucking tongue and place it on display
the bleeding witch and dreary slave of mine
tangible you would pretend so many needs
are the strange ones with malice worsening
i can not contemplate this
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