you’ve been busted comrade we know where you sleep we have this place surrounded your delusional thinking will not go unpunished you are not immaculate you are just criminal and you have no friends you shall face the scaffold totally alone
some say that genius is
an affliction of the mind that torment
inspires beauty and the hand of god has blessed the afflicted with his loving touch but they’re yanking your
chain madness is a lesion of
the heart a slashing torment of the soul and no-one hands out purple hearts for self inflicted wounds
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