morter
If we lost an eye we will be sad. So the mother too is sad. And she'll end and the world ends.
They think that we are responsible.
They're digging up the ground.
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worlock
binge cringe on the fringe sloppy mincing eyedropping biopsy cyclops overlooks
optic options rotton showstopper skinpopper babbler dabbler
self confessed criminal tore pen in vain ins
process
Process. Alternative. Mass control. Diversifisaton and guilt. Jealousy. Passion. The
courage to be themselves. Often hated. Aim's to make individual freedom. Spiritual
bounds. Mental
shadow_cast
(not much need) distraught wake up in sweat
something is very different no water hot or cold walk out in the street
greet the morning gun battles needless no need to understand in
rain
these barriers disintegrating put forth fall bait the hook blind envy
makes me crawl all these familiar faces crack corner smile memories
build around me smash down by denial
death
Holding his hands. Dream the whole week. Radiance. Hissing rodents speak.
Elective evil once started. Shot struck home. So it goes.
Inches towards flattened back. On all fours,
blue_serge
Worn out. Gone. Ocean calmly lowers bodies. Offering.
And a whim's condition as night falls. It spills diseases into mental sores.
Mind (mine) exploding, you fucking lia
hexonxonx
miles cable claws driller killer ripping holes tattered cloth stained
regaining the weather acid rains so sweet sweat streaks downpour
on humidity colder time talking hints watching t
love
Love
Love Love
hardset_head
Driven with (Event width). Two paths given. Pure force downs. Turns the screw
crawling back. In term space - a time to intrude. In term peace - assuring a future.
Silent noise
curcible
Good and evil does not exist. Christ !
Fix the outcome overall playing into follow along. Face the weak bland
righteousness. Deliver them or kill them dead. Shorter now. God an
candle
Here falls now undone. Looks beyond the credits sum. Livid fractures. Less of fate.
The whisper winds blow the seeds of hate. Disturbed society. Dogs. My turn with no
values. Intend t
rodent
level edge backs against the ledge no knives the stone hard eyes
without the longing or fear that it would disappear they cling on nuturing
never ending obsessions on the table lines
cult
A lasting moment to hold onto with regret. The scent of time. Tried and tested I
never noticed the phantoms of her mind. Crescent moon. I am cutting through. Paste
up warnings fill th
tin_omen
every truncheon hit misguided the peoples army divided united stance amped
out war dance what a ride inner thought of non violent rebellion outside
dare to die stand and fight show fa
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