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>blackout poetry

maybe its the grout demon

o.o

see my second sight
shadows take me to that night
i know morning shine bright

my sunshine in the dark
alone but spirit at my side
shine in the dark

i drink my bitter medicine
to see transcend
looking for a better end

see that i shine bright
in my second sight
second life

one who walks away from god
treads a weary path
to build his own kingdom

shells of black fire contain the light
kether is a blinding blight
give it all up to the night

sink into my second self
im older now, sent into hell
i try to put my heart on a shelf

once went out alone
planned never to come back
she could almost make up for what i lack





this is my turning away from you, now and forever
i burn seven roses
may the ash carry my tears away

you can move down through the etosphere
and i can try to forget

your heartless lies mean nothing to me from this day on
you put me inside, locked me in a cell
i hope you have a lovely hell

when you are burning, forget my name.














to be, to be without
the scars on the devil's heart
speak to my empty side
when down and fall i denied his call
there has to be a greater god out there
inside so out, left the air around me
to feel so alive oh but you could die
to be, to be without
the scars on the devils heart
speak to my empty side
no father in heaven
inside i am outside there's just more
it's a shell.

Whining but do

Good fucking god

im

p much

That reads like a bad acid trip

a faggot

Solid edge

I like it

i cut myself on that edge

Nigga

i lick the edge

with the tip

need bandaid

@twistmoth

of my peenor

I eat edges like that for breakfast

NEED BANDAID

im trying to find more

Thats the kind of edge I make my living off of

when the light burns dim
and the crows are calling for the end
we will finish him
and bury the pain in his soul

the echos are calling you back
on this earth we rome
but for some of us, it's never home
silent night on a purple star

searching for gold in the silent night
soul to rust and dust to ashes
i look up to a starry sky and i see god
take my pain and send it away
you know sometime i feel i'm the one to blame

searching for gold in the silent night
soul to rust and dust to ashes
i look up to the sky and she looks down at me
take my blame and shift it away

in my heart i knew the truth
uproot my mind and send me down
i've toppled towers before
so more to come, i'm rubble

i held the stone of sages
burnt my smoke to coal
i see the end
sight might to come...

searching for gold in the silent night
i sold the sky for ground
all around i am to blame

Mmmmfmfmmf

Good shit

who tf

stole my tile

let me get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh whole box of bandaids

You smoked it nigga

problem is, revolutions need specific demands and specific plots for organising further and specific timeframes to deadline work in
so u need a cause thats got enough feeling and reason and structure and momentum in it to stoke up, syzygy it with another thing in a co-alignment without fucking the inertia out to cancel, and then u gotta spam out the docs with clear deadlines to be followed and the firepower to back it up and keep it moving and becoming autopoietic

Drink piss @0099

@Shane i do