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It is May 2nd of three in the morning There is a person that takes charge in indulging their delusions The almost screaming backdrop of this endless staircase only going downward resembles that of other France is vacant painting Twisted in [?] beaten with hammers I'll beat you with hammers Is that in the merry protagonist sheepishly giggling to themself as to not draw any concern Statue asks perfection The pretentious bible thumper thumps away with its enormous windpipes larger than neurological doubt The facade of permanence The guilty pleasure in forgiveness There is no forgiveness, closeted bigotry There is no forgiveness or Justice, at all If you're afraid of changing and you're holding on You'll see devils tearing your life away But if you've made your peace Then the devils are really angels bringing you from this place The longer you put off the extinguishing of resistance to your own body The harder it gets to free yourself The longer it takes you to shed this morning skin The more it feels like you're digging further into hell Masochism knows no bound Sadism is a double end sword Graves with cameras watching from below Paranoid someone will spit on my grave I want to watch from where I go Mortal life on a USB, it's always recorded and served Spirits of consumers never know thy bound For grifters, not the [?] will be deeper underground Dollar signs on every tombstone Buckle in the turd The corpses carry wires tucked inside of their fancy shirt For a paranoid god and [?] sea Streamlining the afterlife is not as pretty as it seems You can be however and whatever that you want So long as whenever isn't cold, however, isn't tough You can be the one that sings You can practice stuff Just allow me to do my job and shut the f**k up Gender shouldn't matter, oh yes, what a turner phrase Yeah, I bet you think a lot differently than what you always say My gender matters to me, though I suppose I chose the name It isn't up to anyone how these chosen names get made So pardon me, I have to sleep the day away I'd rather live my life in nightmares than hear you say that you hate everyone because that's a f**king shame I'd rather spend my time in hell than pretending that you can change
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