that ever spoke to me
and build a fire
that would burn hotter
and higher than any hell
that ever was imagined
in the minds of children
that can only dream in nightmares
then spit upon the graves of
wise men
who twist reality to fit their needs
and fuck the whores and harlots
of the world
until they bleed like hemophiliacs
then rest my body
in a grave and dangerous utopia
where purgatory cries
for the forgotten souls to be released
and praise the lord
with every bitter breath
that I have left








nah just kidding that wont happen
C

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