DunwichChild

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Imbibe my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind

This useless chunk

Of human kiiiiiind

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Things I thought up in the middle of the night, it sucks.

I wake up

I dig under my foreskin and drag the lint away

I get up

I eat my way to clarity, and leave the place in total disarray

I walk out

But nothing ever happens in this forsaken place

I sit and I wait

As the sun hits my face and blinds my ******* eye

I sit and I wait

As the sun hits my face and blinds my ******* eye

I once saw an old man with a gun in his mouth

He mumbled

“Satan lives in fine print

And blood will split your veins”

He said

“The devil lives in fine print

And your blood will cut through your veins”

The gun shot his solace, his peace of mind a gun

The bullet took his enemies, a charity for his soul

Oh what a hazard I’ve become

I’ve become one with fear; I’ve become undone

I’ve become one with fear; I’ve become one with God

The devil sings me lullabies, and chants my name in recognition

Blood washes the black from my hand, but it points at me in accusation

New flesh has been birthed, as I wave my will away in emulation

I’ve become one with fear; I’ve become one with God

I’ve become one with fear; I’ve become undone

I wake up

I feel insanity crawl on my bed

So I take my pills