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She existed.
Then she vanished. |
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Her eyes are mine.
But I want yours. |
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Surrender your morals.
Relinquish your wealth.
Find your mind.
Free your flesh.
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The destructive seething for ruin exists within us all.
It requires inspiration & motivation. |
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The terror is not in what has been learned, but what is unknown. |
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When He saw the spark of terror in her eyes, He witnessed the true sign of cowardice.
He gazed down and saw you. |
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He has given me no face, for I require no identity. |
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How can He have two yet have many?
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His power can reshape you.
Remake you. |
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The simple minds of this lifestyle cannot separate fantasy from reality.
And that is why you are doomed.
That is why He can walk right next to you.
And have you never even know it.
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Your body, your mind, your dreams, your reality.
All of it will belong to Him.
23.
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When you strip away the quotes, the artificial achievements, the perceived worth, that is when you find the truth behind a man.
And when you are stuck in my cage, a nobody under my rule, a wounded deer in my neck of the woods, then you are going to look up to the sky and ask, "Where? Where are you?"
"Where's my savior?"
There is no savior.
All your heroes are dead.
And you are the murderer.
You took their passion and made it into a carnal outlet.
You stole their dreams and keep it in your clandestine vault.
Do you hear it? Do you hear them?
I hear their voices.
They're screaming, shrieking, burning with fury to have returned what is theirs.
You exist to give.
I exist to collect.
Whether you like it.
Or not.
Sweet dreams.
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I saw you.
You didn't see me.
Maybe I like it that way.
For now.
Sweet dreams. |
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Life's leper.
And you know what happens to them. |
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Farraginous constructs sway endlessly from their cord to the unrelenting howl of burdensome winds.
Howls that will soon be overtaken by the shrieks of a liar before they meet their final destination. |
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Fantasies end.
Nightmares begin. |
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I stalk the corners of an island with a woman green with envy but will soon be drenched red with regret. |
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I know what you are thinking when you are all alone.
It is why you so desperately try to fall asleep.
But one day, you will wake up.
One day, you will feel that today might be that day.
And when that day comes, you will feel the frigid chill of uncertainty.
You know it is closing in.
All of your past is catching up.
And some of those ghosts have crossed back over.
Can you feel them breathing down your neck?
I see them.
Peekaboo.
Look behind you. |
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"It is like a horror movie.
But this time, the blood is real." |
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Caustic mind.
Prodigious power. |
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A lot closer than you think. |
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Free from the shackles of a superficial web.
Abandoning constraints of the conscience.
What you consider giving in.
I call ascending. |
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Carving on the new canvas. |
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Flay your skin and feel alive. |
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Your identity is my mask. |
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Open hands.
Clinging to life.
We're watching. |
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Shearing a lamb.
Piece by piece.
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The ocean.
Your barrier.
Your wall.
Your Hell. |
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Do not dwell on your past.
For you no longer have a future.
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Missing faces in forgotten places. |
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Struggling.
Flailing.
Fighting.
Accepting.
Drowning. |
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Guiding the lost away from their dying light. |
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Careful with what you say.
You never know who might be listening. |
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The world is comedic.
But the joke is on you. |
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I am the honesty to your lie. |
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If words are meaningless.
So too will be your pleas for mercy. |
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The most dangerous animal is also the most easily broken. |
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He can have the Lamb.
I want the Wolf.
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Tear the ribbon off and open you up... |
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It will be your voice the wind carries the screams of.
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Torturing Barbies.
Is.
F-U-N. |
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Your quotes are a shield to excuse your failure.
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You won't like how it ends.
I doubt anyone will. |
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Inch by inch.
Piece by piece. |
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Soon we'll all pretend to be monsters.
Soon some of us will want to stop pretending and start being. |
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He's coming for me.
And he's coming for you.
Happy 22nd. |
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I do not see beauty.
I see ugly.
When you are ugly.
You are in pain.
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Guilt is the deadliest poison of them all. |
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If a dream can come true.
Then a nightmare can come to life. |
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For the mind to appreciate courage.
It must first undergo fear. |
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You see me
Because I want you to. |
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It is not a question of who you are?
It is a question of what you've become? |
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You work hard to appear fragile.
And act surprised when you fall apart. |
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If a goddess bleeds.
Is she not human?
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Pain without suffering is a smile lacking teeth. |
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Terror is a song everyone sings. |
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The only reward for weakness is failure. |
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They promise not to judge,
But every human holds a grudge. |
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You selected a beautiful olive branch to hang yourself on. |
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New year.
New faces.
New tragedies. |
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We all want to give.
But all we do is take. |
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When you harness fear.
You wield power. |
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Equality leads to control. |
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Patience is the most deadly trait. |
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Why seek an equal.
When you can make a victim. |
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They fear the ones that think alone. |
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The world is so much brighter when it is lit on fire. |
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When the sun goes down.
All that remains is the shadow of doubt. |
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Affection has no place in depravity.
Why are you here? |
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You look like you've seen a ghost. |
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The ones we see are the ones we can conquer.
The ones we can't see are the ones we fear. |
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All liars hang from the same cord. |
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Revenge is a confession of pain.
Retribution is a natural progression. |
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A time of the year where you can escape.
And where I can blend in.
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When you pass judgment on her?
Oppressive.
When she passes judgment on you?
Accepted.
Break the circle.
Shatter the shame.
Everyone can be blamed. |
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You dare lock horns with me... |
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I will remove your roads.
And watch you wander. |
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"In his disguise he found what he was looking for."
"He found himself." |
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You don't need to be a virgin to bleed for me. |
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The end is never the beginning. |
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When you see yourself.
You see someone that wants out. |
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We are the ones behind the trees. |
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They all like to swing it away.
Not realizing it'll come back some day. |
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I etch portraits of misery.
Not out of joy.
Or pleasure.
But for necessity.
Because it has to happen.
And so it shall be. |
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You hurl your daggers at a scarred, disfigured Faith.
All in the name of Freedom.
But when opposed with a Faith far more dangerous than the one you chose to abandon?
My... how small your voices sound then...
Heh, heh, heh... |
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Don't hurt me.
I'll just get back up.
And when I do... |
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Before you see the Light.
You must first witness the End. |
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Driven by desire.
Yet...
Bound by weakness.
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You did not come here because you are different.
You came here wishing to be different.
I hope you have some good lines to read from...
Heh heh heh... |
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Those that live by quotes are those that cannot lead themselves.
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He gave me the most dangerous weapon a man could give another man...
He gave me permission.
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The less we see their lips.
The more we listen to their words.
I am no mystery.
Only clarity. |
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They want to turn you into a fawn.
When you could become a wolf.
Think... think... think... |
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Your flesh never tempted me.
Your crying did. |
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Everyone wants.
Not everyone gets. |
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The Master still has knees.
The Goddess can still bleed.
It's time to come home. |
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The ones that smile the most are the ones that can hate the easiest. |
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I accept the co-dependent because I prey on the weak. |
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Does running away make you feel safe?
Do you often turn your back to conflict?
A child closes their eyes very tight at night, wishing, praying for that monster to go away.
And when they open their eyes back up, the monster is gone.
But the monster is never forgotten.
It exists as long as your memory does.
You know what to do...
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A man can close the gates.
A man can open the gates.
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A flame that burns the brightest.
Dies the slowest. |
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You say you're in control.
But you sound like everyone else.
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When you have nothing, you gain everything. |
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They know only what I show. |
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You run.
But only in circles. |
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Ask to grow up.
Regret growing old. |
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They warned you about him.
They didn't anticipate me. |
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Obey your lust.
Give in to fools. |
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They'll tell you it's black.
They'll tell you it's white.
They'll tell you it's grey.
I'm telling you it's red. |
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Come line up.
Only to fall down. |
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There is a lot more water than there is land.
How much longer until your world gets devoured by mine? |
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When you control the minds of the young.
You control the future. |
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They give second chances.
So they can have more regrets. |
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Toy soldiers, dressing up and playing with lifestyles they don't know.
They'll never know.
Think yourself a knight?
Heh-heh-heh...
Pick up the sword.
Your little wooden sword...
Heh-heh-heh... |
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No matter how far you run, you come back.
Aren't you tired of going in circles? |
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They all worry about doing the good things. The right things.
But deny themselves the pleasure of doing the bad things. The fun things. |
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If you're enjoying yourself...
I'm doing something wrong. |
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The scariest monsters are made of glass. |
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What is despair for her is euphoria for me. |
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Our morals must die for our sins to live.
Make the sacrifice. |
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The more you stray, the sooner you'll lose your way.
Beware my web, pretty little butterfly. |
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