For these pages will be the knife to his throat!
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A desolate island, summers once only to incubate dreams.
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My saliva... an ocean of thought was the allergy.
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Saviour Centipede Pyramid bitch with a segmented neck.
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Wait in the hallway and burn all the pages you take from me!
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One again I, frothing and bleeding, deserve to die.
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They won't let me!
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The Gard factor thus be unveiled (Hail!).
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No neck left now, shaving red hair in the shape of a heart.
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Lift your head and show me the blueprints.
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Pave my way to the utopia betrayed by this mirrored myth.
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Take me now that I might find a good reason to die with.
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You promised me! when will I ever learn???
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A desolate island, summers once only would digest the dreams.
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(In a) wet vagina, these servants of god will get rid of me (patiently).
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Dump out the satin bag, filling the halls with the smell of the spell.
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Hang your head in the rain and pave my way to the arena,
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betrayed by a spineless whore.
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Take me now that I might find this life's exit door.
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My Bible
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December Wolves |