

LetsLet's burn the bodies of the young, And beautiful. Collect them all into a pile,Lets
To drown in acid tears, And bitter hatred of the self. Let's bury them by the sidewalks, Where we face our daily battles, To the war their beauty is a weapon of, And defence our insecurities bide us.
Let's smash and break the armor, Of the cars and vehicles which congest our air; Of the perfect specimen of science, To which our drunken ignorance blindly drives along. Let's throw matches in the petrol tank, And watch the lack of free will go up in flames; Destroy fund
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"The poet's business is not to save the soul of man, but to make it worth saving" -James Elroy Flecker
"DREAM..CREATE..BELIEVE"-skape7
I have sold my soul to...
:icondark-writing::iconlivingp oetsociety:
I don't trade poetry though, i sell it very expensive on the black market to people who step on each other to catch a small glance of my genius.
Erm.
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Graou
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
OH
Thank you for your coment!
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-| "Everything is, as cold as ice" |-
:iconPT:
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