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so i have been declared malevolent,
arrogant and unconcentrated,
waiting to be destroyed,
completely obliterated,
jettisoned to deep depths,
gasping for air,
propelled ever closer to Pluto's lair,
constant knowledge filling the brain,
ready to change actions,
mentally insane,
can i submit my retraction to this being,
become once again a real person,
knowing and seeing,
5 senses entrancing the mind,
prison destroyed,
no longer confined.


The countenance visit screams of the timid man of pain so take the name of triumphant and fear and the hope you had. In acceptance is a dawn of higher unsanctified, but fit. Count away I’m building up so high... these skyscraper spires cast dark shadows on paths I wished I’d lived. Apologies writhing in their own blood search to inspire, so my tongue finds a grave between the clergy and the choir to bless our mouths with innocence and becoming silence.










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