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Topic: to live forever is to truly die
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Within the blotted and clotted burden of desire lies only the anthems of rusting brilliance And a strength that has failed so many times And she cries so loudly the darkness seems to stretch forever She felt the heat the fevered dreams of not being And to grasp the abnormalities of a soothing reality without pain The numbness is what she seeks but it drives her insane Breathe a word Deep in the belly of a great beast the changing corrections of a conspiracy Of total lies and brief obliviation that finds the flowers of a forgotten beauty And writhing in an abominable pit of her false pretenses without such comforts as true delusion she finds that she, the girl must play the part of an actress unseen And while her life is fine she's still coming apart at the seams A riff of almighty predjustice is rife with wanton sex and to cleanse the skin could be perceived as a sin Unnatural holiness under the 'scope for those to see how all these things came to be But the beat will not stop and the pulsing of something she despises finds its way into her ears Multiplying her fears and bringing down her value to but a fraction of an already small amount Conceited goats with a fetish for those things akin to the skin Without so much as a word And the softest words tend to scream for alleviation Screeching for this wooden light to quit beaming its inadequacies Will she find a way? But is there, really? The filth of a thousand acts of a performer who cannot contemplate the irreversible damage done to the props With a slicing of throats she learns that death isn't forever Just moreover a way past those things that tend to haunt you Repeating trash that buries deep into her skull Searching for a way to find a way out Clutching to her breast she finds herself chilled And all those truths led a path straight to a heart wide open With a stench of putrid emotions May she sever her heart from her body To find a way to become totally numb A rather severe punishment that belittles one and demeans the morals of a being that lacks the depth it takes for the perception of the true flaws Eloquent gestures to reach for the tender touch But it floats away on heavenly wings that belong to an angel but has the face of a demon And finally she lies In more ways than one Rest will not come But she'll find a way To make sure she pays And I wish I were gone
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