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animal
there is a dark animal under my skin..
his surface is black..
he likes to breathe smoke and the exhaust of trains..
he sits on his thrown..
a wheelchair..
left broken and in pieces..
trying to figure out how to proceed now in this state..
having failed at destroying the temple..
with a legion of hatred and demons being held back as if with a dam..
he growls at the clocks and the people of light..
he stares at the little girls with an infuriating lust and hunger he can't even stomach..
it makes his lips tremble..
he is a dark animal..
with nowhere to go..
his name is jack..
jack wants the fuck out the of box..
his surface is black..
he likes to breathe smoke and the exhaust of trains..
he sits on his thrown..
a wheelchair..
left broken and in pieces..
trying to figure out how to proceed now in this state..
having failed at destroying the temple..
with a legion of hatred and demons being held back as if with a dam..
he growls at the clocks and the people of light..
he stares at the little girls with an infuriating lust and hunger he can't even stomach..
it makes his lips tremble..
he is a dark animal..
with nowhere to go..
his name is jack..
jack wants the fuck out the of box..
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