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No comment towards the jester
A deception of rythem, something didnt want - was what i once loved.
I wanna slither with you like a snake, i wanna move you that hard that you shall wake.
Ill make you eat your bastard bitches cunt. You are the heratic i always knew you were.
The things what should be forced in your ear should stay there, just like
Your little fist fights. Im done with your shit you know what im gonna make you eat it.
This one is continuous, dont anyone dare do what i know what they will do. Shut your mouths and get spoon fed then go to fucking bed.
You Rebel against it all. Your the one among the wall. The wall of dead. The conjuring of your slow steady presence makes me want more maybe make you my little whore, make my cock sore and see whats so good about being straight.
Your all my freinds, weird wacky and wonderful. Your presences make me wanna clone you all then name them all bead, cuthbert and jesus. Fidget with your fiddley tools of entertainment. You all have sense of tune.No comment towards the jester.
You feel like an empty shell of what i feel i once wanted. Collapse with a clash to get as much attention as possible. Hear me as i move on.
No path as such like this has ever been so straight forward and wide.
Moving pictures of stone and man.
Unmask my intention to end your depression.
I wanna slither with you like a snake, i wanna move you that hard that you shall wake.
Ill make you eat your bastard bitches cunt. You are the heratic i always knew you were.
The things what should be forced in your ear should stay there, just like
Your little fist fights. Im done with your shit you know what im gonna make you eat it.
This one is continuous, dont anyone dare do what i know what they will do. Shut your mouths and get spoon fed then go to fucking bed.
You Rebel against it all. Your the one among the wall. The wall of dead. The conjuring of your slow steady presence makes me want more maybe make you my little whore, make my cock sore and see whats so good about being straight.
Your all my freinds, weird wacky and wonderful. Your presences make me wanna clone you all then name them all bead, cuthbert and jesus. Fidget with your fiddley tools of entertainment. You all have sense of tune.No comment towards the jester.
You feel like an empty shell of what i feel i once wanted. Collapse with a clash to get as much attention as possible. Hear me as i move on.
No path as such like this has ever been so straight forward and wide.
Moving pictures of stone and man.
Unmask my intention to end your depression.
Published 22nd Sep 2017
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