Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past.
Down south soldier
Third world soldier
My vengeance will be swift and
At a loss for something different to say,
I've said everything,
The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made
A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a
Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass
Endless mornings cut by the dawn razor
Whipping the nightmares to
Sermon sung me slow to sleep
Faster if I had
Intrinsic rot. Traces of future. Your past will rise haunting
You may tremble before Hell's gates,
you may watch as the
Everything you've ever begged me to be,
could never have meant
Welcome home to my reality.
So you taste yourself every time?
bitter
Broken, Bones and the will.
Capacity to disappear in misery saves.
Soaking,
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