Falotriptic spaced incripted Flexed between your brain Loss of motion it's bespoken Words distill your pain Made between a nightmare and a self-destruct Maddness of your memory Caress both meaning with your dreaming draws apon a fear It's still choking your last motion of ever being clear Love your mind game ripping thee Love the way it fucks you free Pulling down a corupt despair You turn apon yours self laying bare All the self-destructive thoughts you heed Of a fat twisted god that you force feed.
Reason for writing:
Written to be heard
Man kind is my inspiration
Birth sign: Not entered
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