I pulled this fossil from your neck I swear you’ll never get it back. The bone rotten to the core filled with a stench of rose petals. The muscles twitch, brain melting, face down destroyed by shit. Throwing up my guts in self defense. Just let me get some rest.
These flowers drown and sink through the ground, and your faith sits alone in your cave. These paintings made of Gods by kids breath dim attempts of being great. These men scream "The world is dead. I hate this life. So give me my grave"
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