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Give in, Give in to lavender and sin
the taste of a grimmace
and the things that aren't thin
FAT PIG FUCKING PIG
yes, yes you are.
you may not look it but in your heart
its your shining s(c/t)ar

one last drop of this elegant liquid
to make you a prophet
you havent the skill or thought
to think that i've more of it.

my 8 ball can make a couple halos
they disappear magically
with a 100 dollar bill.

the thorn of your arm that isnt there
until you feel the pain.
heres something that you know
is not in it for the fame

laviathan and splinter the fusion of our fear
The spiral's tail comes round to show
that nothing is for real.

nothing is there to feel.

and 15 minutes is up.
never knew i could expire.