blackness is the motherfucker making deals in the hollow of your chest fuck regret guilt is the weakness that seperates man from god pull the wings off the butterfly and feel power in it's most substantial form wake up in these pitiful mornings and grasp reality in your fists squeeze until the juice runs out rub it on yourself and dance in the scene of your destruction stop being a pussy this is the final test before the Titans fall again bury yourself in your inability to kill or stand firmly in your human right to slaughter blackness is the motherfucker and every flower, given time, will wilt.Birth sign: Cancer
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