Enter the crease Exits claim your anatomy Seething natural scent To resist is to fracture And that this is the part Of you that this allows To the entry point Conjoined eternal The true allure Is the pleasing noise The last gasp Run in reverse Cruel colossal works To the widows will Dead hand in life To accept Is to tie the noose Till the moment it leaves The body wrecked Seize and Resurrect Never ending in my mind This crawls into the depths Pulsing in my blood Taste is buried inside I see all fucking life in Flame and thats what Carries me on The body the waste The body is waste Paint panting clean and raw Eliminate function your Reason is loss impatience Of the wounded in a blank Gaze finding a final match Fish hooked like you Compulsions kill in time The choice myth or a Death mask the choice Myth or a death mask Death mask
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