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I was young when I realised the terror of my body,
I am old now and there's nothing I've done about it,
I am an antediluvian casket of my own poison,
Growing into masculine husks.
I was old when I realised this was trauma,
When I realised the things I felt and heard weren't real (or at least you say they aren't),
I am a penumbra puppeteer of a horror show,
I want to kill myself.
One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see,
So rip my eyes from their sockets I don't want to,
Witness myself ripping my legs ripping my arms,
Destroying my body destroying my self.
It doesn't make a difference,
We're going to hell,
It terrifies me,
I am forsaken both ways.
I was young when I realised the terror of existence,
I am old now and I know that this too solid flesh,
Could melt and thaw itself into a dew,
Mine eyes are made the fools.
I was young when you culled me,
You didn't kill me,
But you left me dead,
I will hit the ground.
I don't drink,
I don't smoke,
I don't breathe,
I don't think.
One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see,
So rip my eyes from their sockets I don't want to,
Witness myself ripping my legs ripping my arms,
Destroying my body destroying my self.
It doesn't make a difference,
We're going to hell,
It terrifies me,
I am forsaken both ways.
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell,
We're already in hell.
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Prolegonemon
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I'm not in drag I am the ocean,
Divine feminine manifesting into Atziluth,
I'm not in love I can't love,
Until I can feel touched.
I hate my thighs and the way they recoil,
I hate my face and the way it sags,
I hate my hairs and where they grow,
And my sex is the garden of evil in which you died.
I am not Eve I am not Lillith,
If I am anything I am Abdeel,
WAR,
WAR.
I hate my thighs and the way they recoil,
I hate my face and the way it sags,
I hate my hairs and where they grow,
And my sex is the garden of evil in which you died.
NOT IN DRAG,
NOT IN DRAG,
NOT IN DRAG,
NOT IN DRAG.
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How the hallowed angels sing,
And they're working just for me,
How the hallowed angels sing,
They torture me for free.
I'm a fountain of blood in the,
Shape of a girl,
A cigar burning to the welkin forever,
A coil infertile uncurled.
This isn't torture porn it's my life,
So dream big Starla,
Dream big all through the aching nights,
So you can be human again.
Do you think that the water dreams of becoming a rainbow,
Do you think that I'm okay,
Do you think that dionysus dreams of being Lilith,
A lamia killing with his sex.
I am a Vaudeville Valley Girl,
I am a Vaudeville Valley Girl,
I must change,
I must change.
This isn't torture porn it's my life,
So dream big Starla,
Dream big all through the aching nights,
So you can be human again.
This isn't torture porn it's my life,
So dream big Starla,
Dream big all through the aching nights,
So you can be human again.
Tear my skin from my flesh,
Cover me in nails,
Sew me back together,
Sanctified sacred male.
A huntsman and the dogs that eat him,
Actaeon to your own artemis,
Abandoned debauched man.
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