

Gone.Twisted eyes and hateful lies Scrutinizing the very thought. Molten fire to the core, devils hands do the chore. Your life is torn away. The distant light impairs the sight,Gone.
A fire bright and comforting. The grip around your vocal chords, he commands the hellish hordes. Mind decaying into abyss. The light grows closer, your last breath gone. Finished, over, ended. Gone.
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It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
Charles Baudelaire
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Aevum , portatus totus res absentis, vel mens (Virgal)
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' People say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". F*%&ing right! What good is a cake if you can't eat it?'
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I just set them up, just set them up, just set them up, to knock them down.
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you look nothing like the kids in the videos
sorry for the mega long reply.
i haven't been on deviantart in ages.
so how are you? (:
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Punk Rock Means Freedom Written.
I'm gooood. And you?
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