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Gaping maws in "that" place, I live in there welcome to my love, not death but in the gears the demon

stares across violet ghosts the wretched billow combs a sealing flame scorched all I know catechism-ism illuminati barrier of burnt flesh make the incision, the bells wrung they made the spaking demon sang the writing was on the wall for so very long beyond the gates of insurrection through yawning ash, I can not (continue) entombed in protoplasm, suffocation machine rattles on

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