| In my dreams, no my nightmares; |
| in the sea hate with the absence of fate
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| Blind eyes crying with blood, like a vomit extinguishing my flammy
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| Repulsion. |
| Hold the broken flask filled with a sexual organ’s liquid
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| Boiling tender, arises hunger, reminds my temper. |
| Then submerged fantasies
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| Unheard come close to my mind; |
| undoubted sophism but real necrophylism. |
| An
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| Ache begins inside, spreads through all veins caused by the zephyr of
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| Damantion, yielding a substantial anger, makes me loose my will then o
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| Visual dream appears, a pretty child is smiling to me. |
| Being defeated in
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| These meanningless morbid dimensions, vaccinating blood, bestial bellow
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| Mouldy saw. |
| Realization of what; |
| the inflamation inside gets bigger with an
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| Increasing acceleration which is a varacious manner of torture. |
| Displeased
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| Demands of a morbid mind are never satisfied with an unsaturated solition of
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| A child’s cerebraliquid and his foetusfull urine. |
| Turn the skin inside out
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| Lick the vein veiled with blood. |
| Button up his torn body with a rusty
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| Needle, vibarate the slender body, attach the penis inside the diseased
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| Porsions then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well. |
| Make it
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| Pour, taste its sour… |