She Was Always Heard

"You who wish to conquer pain... you must learn me well" Squeeze your butt cheeks together... it makes you taller. And me a bit nostalgic as well. ugh... this is too f*****g long..way too long..

The pleasance of my pretend girlfriend

Transcendence through a keyword

My Happy Phantom...(and if we die today?)

The grace

We forget to mention

That moment

(the one where we pay for things?)

With my pen

I am rich

Without money

Me over occupied, the immature

(that happy phantom... I got no need to b***h)

Woo hoo!

Everyday we're getting further

(and if we die today?)

Sorry, are we sorry if it's me today?

 my innocence was lost....

On the sunrise

'Transcend

To the floor

I awoke indeed today, like a lion,

Without the need to question why 

Upon verify

This is in the fact

What I find to be true...

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A lioness across the expanse

Her delicious focus

Born passion and stayed power

No deliverance

No pity

Just delicious - just the kill

Our human link...

F**k

Someone cares

Somewhat.

Apparently...

But not for long

No

Not for very long

Breathing integrity at all costs

(first sign it's a tv show)(by the way)

Or just a living animal

What the f**k thiss for anyway?

After all, breathing is just a part

We all take,,,

Everything here is shaped by power

Death, sweet destruction

Pillaged and raped

We have no room for sweat pea

That big fat salty

World... like a breathing jig saw puzzle

The broken mask

On a perfect body

So I weep for you

No matter,,,

Lion's are made of strife

Didn't you know?

This is why they need no den

While conquering worlds,,,,

The power of a force existence - articulated

Pays more than you think

My clever Panthera Leo... my killer sans shame

Killing for a living

Barely for sport

That's the danger

Lion's do not rule by accident;

Perhaps once

Even twice. perhaps... My cats become pattern 

We have not one form

Only a malicious core

So true, in its vitriol

I am for you

I am the very stumble bum

That thing you call

You; behind the curtains....

Without grace

I would never have it any other way

My

Strength is where I am weak

As you like it

You will be my most lovely avalanche;

 I will be the one so who waits...

As we fill in the shallow grave...

I am no cat... but you know who I am

And I never forgot who you might be

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