

The CycleIn a life decieved by abstraction A journey laquered in the color of death Perversion exists within itself Absent of prior blissThe Cycle
Choices are made Lives are changed Chemical realities distort freedoms Once thought to exist
A cyclical pattern, infallible An iterative fault cast in holy light Or at least perceived as so Leading only into itself
Even the strong will succumb To the evil temptress In the garden of Eden None shall be made a hero
Inferno WIP
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~~ Whenever there is a beating, a parting is sure to follow. However, that parting need not last forever. ~~
"TEEEEEN I WANNA COME OVER YOUR HOOOOOOOOOOOOU--ZBZBZBBZBZBZBZBBZBTTTTTTTT"
hows summer so far?
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i've always been the easy kill.
I wish you a wonderful Christmas, all the best for you and your loved ones. Ida
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Stress: The confusion created when one's mind overrides the body's basic desire to choke the living daylights out of some jerk who desperately deserves it.
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I am the lizard king, I can do anything.
~cheers
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