This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never. Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost. Eternalised, objectified, you set your sights so high. But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever. Never you mind, death professor. Your structures fine, my dust is better. Your victim flies so high, all to catch a birds eye view of whos next.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 10:45:41 +0000
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