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Mother, what have you birthed?

Father, why does it burn?

Deviant, delusional, dysfunctional freak.

I find comfort in a gas leak

I've reached deep into the ground, pulled out all I've found.

Crumbling bones and melting flesh, the fur sticks to the ground.

I'm home.

I've found my sanctuary.

knee deep in decay.

Tongue tied, bug eyed, social dead end.

Eyes shut, open wide, and just take these instead.

Corpse Collection.

This is raw, this is right.

My new law, my new life.

found my peace,

In decay,

In the filth.

This is raw, this is right.

My new law, my new life.

They don't know, they don't care.

They don't fucking see.