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"Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction?"

11:04 p.m. - 2007-06-15
From the outside, in
Blindly falling into the grind, drowning indefenatly in bloody-red dye. Mass consumers are mass consumption, the better you follow the easier it becomes to steer you down. On your hands and knees, bow down your head, here comes saving grace.

Shock and awe, brake from the mold! Sculpted into somebody else's image and then indescrimnatly thrown into the fire when you no longer seem appealing. You are but a thing to the hand that commands. Slavery at it's best is what you embrace.

A million different ways to leave and yet you choose to roll around in your own filth. Hog tied, blind-folded, beaten, raped, and cut up. This must be what you really want. I'm beginning to look away from this disgrace.


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