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terror screechform the inked sheetwith names of prieststhe love that peaksat the epiphany of a poetwhose name is nietzschethe analyst of fear, this on..
there are trenches across my armother than my veinsthe soldiers rush aimlesslyi heard someone summarily judgedtouched, peculiarly, by it's own immune ..
the suicidal flesh grinderspins at nightwhen the eyes close with a certain patternat this house with no clocksit's matter of samenessmanners in which ..
there theresleep tightlittle princepoke your dreams nowwith your trainee swordthis land could be yoursif you shut your eyesjust one last timesleep tig..
my porcupine's in lovewith a ghost named Mortwith a blunt pointsat on a short throneasked forwho you usually ask forwhen you get to no back lovedaft o..
heyif the noose is tight enoughand the bullet fast enoughor the crime bad enoughdon't wanna break a branchor leave a stain on the same lane y'all sign..
i figuredtwo pills, not onegone air borne with half a pairi figuredcuz it's mine not yoursmust dust cause why trustlurkin the streets, loud weapon in ..