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were living in an unnatural state, and at this rate, we might as well mate. / apocalypse trips the wire, a world set on fire no longer waiting to retire. / home is here, so nothings left to fear. grab a beer anby Umbilical Suicide 20 lines, on Jun 5 8:46 PM 2007
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sittin in a sarcophagus, breathing in putrescence and puss. i know no lust since my skin turned to crust. how did i get here, what did i do-i dunno but i bet it has something to do with you. dead in the ground, sick to livelyby Umbilical Suicide 6 lines, 1 comment, on May 27 7:48 AM 2007
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sittin in a sarcophagus, breathing in putrescence and puss. i know no lust since my skin turned to crust. how did i get here, what did i do-i dunno but i bet it has something to do with you. dead in the ground, sick to livelyby Umbilical Suicide 6 lines, 3 comments, on May 27 7:48 AM 2007
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I exist to debliss hypocrites whose bitterness gets me sick with delusions of betterment. I exist to transfix rudimentary licks to egotisti
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I feel like a seed
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If evil teemed in you, there were voices too few.
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