If We're To Be Destroyed Comments

Take a moment, as you read, your heart will begin to bleed. The urge is too deep, the plague is to pierce your intelligent, stabbing your conscious. Followed by the screams of your tormented conscience.

You're guilty of sin, says the voices in your head. You remembered the days of your shameful nights. In the dark were you practically practiced all your unlawful fights. Stained white sheets with bloody sacrifices. Like shamans you felt levitated when your desires were gratified.
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