by Danny

Waiting for the dead-alive,
Swarming in a vicious hive,
Chasing ghosts we waste our time
We fight, we strive, unite, divide.

One becomes all,
And all become none,
With our corpses we build
A tower to the sun.

Waiting for all life to die,
Gestalt lives in the heartless hive.
Burning witches on a pyre
We fight, we splice, we bite, we die.

In its deceit we drown
Building her thorny crown
Life in dark submission
Surrender and damnation

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May 08, 2017
Liking honey off of razor blades
by: Anonymously famous

Like Something sweet that kills you.
10 toes up my frustrated friend. Well done.

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