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Death’s Love Song
This is Death’s love song, he takes off his top hat and then just like that all the black doves are gone. Just like a black magic trick, they fly away off into the distance whilst the grim weeper cries. Black tears of tainted sorrow. Drip and put out his wick, now his blue soul…
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Da Lyricist Physicist
I’m a lyricist physicistAnd I aimed for the starsI was told I need to aim highSo I could buy shiny carsAnd score golf parsBut I don’t know whyIt seems like quite the farceI let out a sighRealise that it’s all a lieBecause it’s all the sameIt’s all the sameReaching for fameJust look how lame I…
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holy-macaroni cheese for dinner
mental clarity… or is this insanity? when all i feel is to condemn humanity, perhaps i can just manifest calamity…
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beauty of destruction
its a tragic reality that of which we abode. i ponder and wonder… why is it that fire rhymes with desire? why is destruction as beautiful as gold? for it shimmers so gently though roars so bold…
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