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Take My Soul
One hand reaches upwards desperately
clawing against the hallow ground.
Nails have assimilated itself in the prevailing pit
of eroding bones.
Desperation became a full time occupation;
working for conquers and terminators,
who are
constantly feeding minds with paper queens dancing
on moronic table tops.
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
(Suffocation is a blissful feeling)
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the......
clawing against the hallow ground.
Nails have assimilated itself in the prevailing pit
of eroding bones.
Desperation became a full time occupation;
working for conquers and terminators,
who are
constantly feeding minds with paper queens dancing
on moronic table tops.
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
(Suffocation is a blissful feeling)
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the......
Published 2nd Jul 2017
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3rd Jul 2017 5:26pm
"paper queens dancing on moronic table tops" is an oddly intriguing phrase. i like this, it's a bit strange.
