All the fucked up things trap & punish me I cannot explain my problem.
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Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized. You owe me.
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Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors.
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Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma peering out of spherical night mask.
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Paleolithic subconscious icons lumber through dreamscape archetype of archangel.
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Terror and hubris - infants painted gauze peer through murky jars; soon I'm wearing the skin of the morning star.
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Green locks my name fills an empty banner. Frank, what have you gotten me into now?
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I am not afraid to speak my heart & mind it cannot be saved sell me over.
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Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun.
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Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes?
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Bleeds through the sleep onto the page. I'm sailin'...
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Terror & Hubris In The House Of Frank Pollard
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