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dirty little maggots
Your voice slices through my head
Leeving a path of destruction.
Your dirty little maggots feast on the shrubble
And you mutate the function
Your meddling hands punch through my eyes
And you make little windows from your broken mirror
You water the seeds with my own tears
Plant then in the path and find pleasure
In my fears.
Leeving a path of destruction.
Your dirty little maggots feast on the shrubble
And you mutate the function
Your meddling hands punch through my eyes
And you make little windows from your broken mirror
You water the seeds with my own tears
Plant then in the path and find pleasure
In my fears.
Published 30th Jun 2013
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30th Jun 2013 3:32am
30th Jun 2013 3:36am
30th Jun 2013 4:27am
"Your voice slices through my head
Leeving a path of destruction."
Ahhh C: I Love thatttttttttttttt
Leeving a path of destruction."
Ahhh C: I Love thatttttttttttttt
30th Jun 2013 8:34am
Love it! That last stanza was deep!
Great ink! Welcome to the nut house....I mean, DUP! :))))
Great ink! Welcome to the nut house....I mean, DUP! :))))
30th Jun 2013 11:23am
1st Jul 2013 12:52pm
Thanks ,make sense in my own mind , thing represent things ! Thanks though :)
