| Poor wine into my glass
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| Wrath is rising
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| Ignore forgiveness, below gets
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| Calling my name
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| Here — the fool fives’s forum
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| Hear — the hallowed portals of my vice opening wide
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| Particles of wrong vibrations
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| Heineons inspiration
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| Muses kissing me words and worlds
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| Flowing my body with greed
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| Hurting myself to reach hallucinations
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| Kept to this world by tenuous strings
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| The monstrous idea of hope ejaculates moribund cocoons
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| I eat the flesh of my flesh
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| Transfiguration of horrors
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| I eat the flesh of my flesh
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| Absolutions of horrors…
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| To come
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| Slowly un-citing the motion profane to all
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| Waste my entrails and see the mistakes of time
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| Ghastly inertia — Primer complexio
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| Acts that remembered in the morning are futile
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| Chaos subjugates all memories (all is now)
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| In my fall I will drag you all
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| Particles of wrong vibrations
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| Heineons inspiration
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| Muses kissing me words and worlds
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| Flowing my body with greed
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| Now I vomit ideas stuck in my lungs
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| Words are but larves devouring my throat
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| Hideous vaginal repulsion of consciousness
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| Locking the industrial edge of principles |