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Temporary writers block counter-attacked by pointless confidence boosting poo with little meaning. Forgive me.
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Predict the exact date of my suicide, and so shall do so, unto you, my favourite son
The parasite of society, needs not a host but himself to do unto him
Who can make himself laugh? His own host, to drain. No need for companions then.
Has the manuscript of ignorance whirled into his memory, like a stain
Manifests words with no real effort yet more meaning than a bag of white roses
Single-celled amoeba is no better than his shell for this mentally he just poses
Lock my doors into hell I shall take my favourite son
No one knows the potential of the birth until the deed is done
Close my door, gates I lock unto him
I do it for your security take it away for your safety
Time line of my life line, I shall show to him
Seal my grave with his life I shall prove to him
He is evil, acidic breath consumed till the deed is done
Flee this place I behold your fate, my prodigal son
He owns my soul, the parasite, my host, the chosen son
[I]
Predict the exact date of my suicide, and so shall do so, unto you, my favourite son
The parasite of society, needs not a host but himself to do unto him
Who can make himself laugh? His own host, to drain. No need for companions then.
Has the manuscript of ignorance whirled into his memory, like a stain
Manifests words with no real effort yet more meaning than a bag of white roses
Single-celled amoeba is no better than his shell for this mentally he just poses
Lock my doors into hell I shall take my favourite son
No one knows the potential of the birth until the deed is done
Close my door, gates I lock unto him
I do it for your security take it away for your safety
Time line of my life line, I shall show to him
Seal my grave with his life I shall prove to him
He is evil, acidic breath consumed till the deed is done
Flee this place I behold your fate, my prodigal son
He owns my soul, the parasite, my host, the chosen son
Meh.
Suffragettes go get me
Suffragettes go get me
I already did.
HAHAHahahaha.
HAHAHahahaha.
I was showing you.
NOT asking for your public approval for others.
You st00p.
DONT pop the other one.
NOT asking for your public approval for others.
You st00p.
DONT pop the other one.
Yeah, yeah, I read it before.
But comments failed me - seeing as this was just to stop the block.
But comments failed me - seeing as this was just to stop the block.
Temporary writers block counter-attacked by pointless confidence boosting poo with little meaning. Forgive me.
[I]
Predict the exact date of my suicide, and so shall do so, unto you, my favourite son
The parasite of society, needs not a host but himself to do unto him
Who can make himself laugh? His own host, to drain. No need for companions then.
Has the manuscript of ignorance whirled into his memory, like a stain
Manifests words with no real effort yet more meaning than a bag of white roses
Single-celled amoeba is no better than his shell for this mentally he just poses
Lock my doors into hell I shall take my favourite son
No one knows the potential of the birth until the deed is done
Close my door, gates I lock unto him
I do it for your security take it away for your safety
Time line of my life line, I shall show to him
Seal my grave with his life I shall prove to him
He is evil, acidic breath consumed till the deed is done
Flee this place I behold your fate, my prodigal son
He owns my soul, the parasite, my host, the chosen son
[I]
Predict the exact date of my suicide, and so shall do so, unto you, my favourite son
The parasite of society, needs not a host but himself to do unto him
Who can make himself laugh? His own host, to drain. No need for companions then.
Has the manuscript of ignorance whirled into his memory, like a stain
Manifests words with no real effort yet more meaning than a bag of white roses
Single-celled amoeba is no better than his shell for this mentally he just poses
Lock my doors into hell I shall take my favourite son
No one knows the potential of the birth until the deed is done
Close my door, gates I lock unto him
I do it for your security take it away for your safety
Time line of my life line, I shall show to him
Seal my grave with his life I shall prove to him
He is evil, acidic breath consumed till the deed is done
Flee this place I behold your fate, my prodigal son
He owns my soul, the parasite, my host, the chosen son