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I was not there for rehearsals,I don’t need them anymore
When I show up just in time to pop you can clear the goddamn floor!
All of my thoughts of you
Bullets through rotten fruit
Come apart at the seams
Now I know what dying means
@AzazelAfterDark Might I also direct you to this piece titled “Apollonian Wight” by Keith Thompson
https://t.co/F74HjdDlCF
There’s something big and powerful and wise,
And it’s begging us to end its worthless life
Everything's fine, but nothing's really okay
It's all messed up, it's better that way