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Corner cut mindless
morally bankrupt
here fitting nicely
staying as it once was
A blissful sensation
the head tripping cave in
to feel the head shaken
begin to collapse in the wiretrap feast of dreams
Where taken lightly
clouded as light serene
flame throwing tarot
all in a line descendants
An instant recieving was better untreated
all problems lying low
just under the skins glow
the scarring convergence screams
with serious inability to cease the faction
a long door closing in the face react
towards a lonely lesson offering retraction
a memory hanging on now hung by the neck
It's overly twisted
rape and remind of waste
in deveous flavors
direct in defiling shame
When playing with fire
burnt out desire
a kettle of blackness
already fell into a pit of our own device