whispers
dark gray upon the coming night
sight in the distance
made me sweat
eyes percolating tremors
through the air in front of me
disengage me or i will rampage
beastial and fragrant still
disolution particle into the atmosphere
we wear our sins like a badge of honor
a crown of thorns
or a dirty rag
stack up all these odds
I'm winning
puzzle peacing
the road back home
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