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what a bitter mind Demands for dreams and nightmares alikewhat a bitter mind by ~lethos-client-number
To rot and mend our pure stained psych
For when we want our way, people always go astray
We go forwards because they are all backwards
Bounded because we forgot that our jackets are restricting
When one is horrified
Abort sense
Wait to be justified
We're dense
Hello dust, we aren't alone
But be fair, we still think it's sewn
Hello nightmares , you'll be done
like what the screaming barnacles had sung
take are boat home for lust
and all you'll find is rust
Blame the Nantes The good ones die with broken livers,Blame the Nantes by ~lethos-client-number
imprisoned in walls around
the Cowards and helpers
too afraid to carry on for them selves
It is hard for beggars to be givers
Nothing has all of the weight of the heart
To pretend paper, prices and people
Hold this hollow value
Well a heart isn't blind, it just doesn't want to see
It slashes the Is' and dots the Ts'
who can tell if the wound of truth will clot
will it fade away, scar, or kill you on the spot?
dove in one hand
a crow in another
you may want one to eat you when you die
but they probably eat you together
Accident Silence, True Silence;No faint hum of electricity pumping through wires,nothing along the lines of the zinging twater of a fly in the distantence.not a wisp of wind, a creak of the body's stillness, or even a thought in your mind. A bizarre sensation that happened to me for the second time. first was when my conscience saw through the eyes of a gibberish speaking four-going-on- five year old boy.But this time this child was eight,still quite odd and his spine snapped in two pieces. I guess this was my spine since I have been seeing through these Eyes for three or so years.Accident by ~lethos-client-number
When I awoke, there was a numbing a stinging co
Greedy Petty Fools Hungry, we must always eat,Greedy Petty Fools by ~lethos-client-number
By sheer instinct,
a natural venom to us all as we take
Into a folly glory that is fake,
Strive for quantity, strive quality
Who cares that it causes inequality
In the way that makes laughter
Ha-ha
Banks to blood
Please wealth flood
Long live the coin, long live the bill
It can save us when we are dying or when we are ill
Does it matter if we have to kill
La-la
We are fools
We are cruel
Why must own land or gather in mass to be schooled
Because we want to be treated the same
So we won't feast upon gruel
Then how come
War, poverty, and distrust still reign
Dazed 
Sta.sh
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The only thing worse than living, is dying.
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destruction at it's finest
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what makes her tick?
can she operate a chainsaw in the rain?