segments of really my death is my acceptance flipping off humanity my finger shows my hatred my anger kills my sanity has my touch been taken? inspiration has run dry why do i feel so smothered? pope of a dogmatic sty satan pulling, dragging azrael staring, glowering take me from him, i am lacking an anointed showering shots of flaming plasma spinning sun in a starry parfait overflowing bowl has spilled pierce reality, breaking away my death is my acceptance cast off by humanity my mind is twisted, dying i’m lost.
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