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Angels come and go but the devils always stays and the devils never let me down.
My chest is closing,
there are mountains simultaneously forming and collapsing; it’s
beautiful and tragic.Cataclysmic. 
I am the catalyst that precipitates the catastrophe.
I read somewhere that my name means “peace” 
but i’ve never fulfilled that destiny.  
In my body is a universe that is being sucked straight into itself like
god is sucking stardust through a straw into her divine lungs.
I’m asthmatic. 
God is mouth breather.
I am nothing but a slab of meat controlled by a sentient slab of meat.
Some would call that amazing.
Some would call that a punishment.
If God is real, 
I wonder if she is as lonely as I am