'A morbid Tale of Inversion'
The dead sea opened up like a whores vagina for crack cocaine~ consuming the stains of lifes brain, and (only the fit) shall remain The skys are filled with rage and storms, and only the prohphicies had been forwarned~ in the freezing calm that only comes with death, I make love with (deaths wife) and kiss upon her smooth (silky breasts) And thus I failed at attempts to rid myself, I exist in (false wealth)~ searching the depths of concious until the world hath no thinking thoughts left It was emotional theft, (I long to swim the waters) of the desert~ that which we may revive her, the potion awaits to be re-stirred And so we ate the dirt, seeking and end to my wretched curse~ she (casts shadows) of the (wise mens) lust inside of her guts ~all evoktions about to erupt she wasn't even real...... Respectfuly Dead, ~Timmy G. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 03:44 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The dead sea opened up like a whores vagina for crack cocaine~..."