Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Trapped in the collective unconscious blind, horrendous mouths snorting spitting poison in the name of God, cursing in the name of love, filthy feet crawling in an orgy in the old world. He wanted white masks to smash his hands, his tongues tearing the viscera, in a dark night of dread and lamentation, which even in Dante's deepest spheres could not hear, such dirt on a sweet face with an exposed heart throbbing only for the selected..
Come and kill us with promises of imperial paradise

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