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CARPE TENEBRUM
MIRRORED HATE PAINTING |
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And Fever
And she leaves you, sees you, weeping as you
thought you saw the storm, callous colours of drawings
without seeing in, the negativity a lie and the all
deluded moonlight prescribed screaming abyss that
mocks you until you don't know, while catagons
breed serpents and the sigils weep into snakes and
the tyrant lost of the suns gaze seems to kneel
in a sand that they took away, only seeing what you
are not too afraid to because it's all a nothing, a
dreamscape void with wings and flight and he's following,
they're mocking, he's following, run and screaming through
as the temperament of linear dredging spirits itself to the
flat our face of actually haunting a dimension, and we
won't die, pain she said, and we won't die, cruel she said
and we won't die
and forever.
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