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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Deep In It

Salute the dark sun,
and all the dead people around you.
They do not see, they do not hear
they only feed on your fears.

Look at their empty eye sockets
they have no dreams, they are puppets.

They love to sit around and drink blood from trees,
they love to hear the screaming birds,
and to warm themselves to the flames of hell,
and when they are done,
they will drown in a river of corpses.
Letting go, becoming one with chaos.
emi C.X
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