produce the symphony to your demise...
to behold with only the eyes told of your true lies...
seduce in its structure the knife and its puncture...
the lights that corrupt your sight, your eyes rupture.
the night is a young sir... ripe in its sun's lure,
eclipse of the heart, makes the pitch of the dark pure.
sink in your evil... drink of your lust,
consume of your greed... be a glutten you must.
impale all that is not of death and its properties...
be after life to greet it, seek to satan and his monopoly.
u fucking idiot.
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Ahem.
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