Flesh to be conquered and possessed-
Black roses stuffed in the mouth of a dead idea-
Thorns tear the tissue of insanity-
Anal beads-
They drip with the distasteful fluids of yesteryear-
Lust resonated abandoned minds-
Lifeless baby dissolves onto the soft tongue of a young prostitute-
The knowledge of death changes everything-
If you were to know the exact date and time of your own death….it would shatter your world completely-
The gravity of such things is immeasurable-
I am persuasion’s intimate companion-
Harm’s fond acquaintance-
Crumbling buildings burst into flames as young men with poisoned minds drift through collapsing cities looking to embrace the filth-
It is beauties terrible burning conclusion-
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