i fucks with scared angels getting numbers under gods table
stake burns i like the smell of ashes in a gray urn painkiller
strange squirms vicodin liquid heron and a tapeworm
watch the maggots grow up and fly you can count on me
to keep the roses alive
- sick, always a pleasure
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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