SOS
Her desire runs the ruins in her temple, gallows ivory, differential irony, we feel the same, but I never stopped inspiring, I grew in slumber, devoted to feed the hunger, we tend to uprise right from under, death won't wait on things, no pause or please, justice will be served for each individual, evol rises beyond every night and day, peace never seems to be at bay, somehow I'm all in the way, going through shit after shit, shoot my shot, I won't miss, fixated on this, no feelings I was weaponized, brought here from your lies, I'll do everything I can but won't cry, if I do then lead me off to suicide, I am death here.
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