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I Love You
Let it spread inside your mind, a creeping scarlet vine,
Twisting through your thoughts until your will is not just mine.
Petals fall like whispered sins no soul can cast aside,
A ritual bloom that takes its root where darker truths reside.
Angel
Kinda lazy
Comburi Cremare, if only i could open the chest for the air to pass...
It's so hot inside, so hot, it burns...
Burns... burns the soul!
Burns the organs!
The heart!
The blood is in eternal combustion.
Spores John Doe
Oh that little devil, doesn't know what he does;
Or they're just too obedient, enough to do everything right;
But doing everything right, means that people will judge you more;
You are an devil on heaven, but a normal being on hell.
The advantages of distancing from reality...
yes.. Yes... YES.
Words do not describe lives, they do not describe anything, nothing.
Please, please, it burns the mind and invigorates your spirit.
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