Let's admire the pattern forming. Murderous filigree.
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I'm caught in the twisting of the vine. Go ascend with ivy, climbing.
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Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind. I can't help my laughter as she cries.
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My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
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Let's amend the classic story, close it so beautifully, I'll let animosity unwind.
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Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. I'll still feel the violence of the lines.
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I can't stand my laughter as they cry. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
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And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.
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God Called In Sick Today
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