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The falsies that one has come to know

Presciping your creation

Your Falsies have gone to far theres nothing but the abyss

crawling reaching pulling teeth

skin pulled back from underneath

Heretic

Heretic - burn the pages

Snareled smile and a smug mouth

A gleam in his eye

piercing though

I want to bite the hand that feeds

feeling the blood rush down my mouth

ending you

This ritual midnight mass

is a song and dance

drunk on ones self

we fall in to oblivion