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Philotes on life and death.
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An anti-oedopal example,
Of self loathing as a defence mechanism,
Building walls of the flesh,
Consecrate or sanctify.
I am the puppet I am the strings,
I am the clergywoman vexating her chargrin.
Saturn-esque colours my malaise tones,
I will claw every inch of my skin down to bone,
I am not a body without a soul,
I am not a body without a soul.
I am the puppet I am the strings,
I am the clergywoman vexating her chargrin,
Eating away at tumours cancer of the eyes,
Production Progeny I will to bring my own demise.
I'm the melody of stars containing infinity throughout me,
I am everything to you,
I am everything to you.
When I die It will be your fault,
When I die it will be your fault,
When I die it will be your fault,
When I die it will be your fault,
Hit me with your car you might as well,
Asphixyate me with your indomitability,
When I die it will be your fault,
When I die it will be your fault.
Boundlessness of solar reflection,
Mirroring mirroring screams sensations,
I am everything to you,
I am everything to you.
I am the puppet I am the strings,
I am the clergywoman vexating her chargrin,
Eating away at tumours cancer of the eyes,
Production Progeny I will to bring my own demise.
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