Those statues of flesh I manipulate
are turning sings of confusion,
are by themselves a carrier of pain.
As much I spread them as much
I sight them...they smile to me,
As light of abnormal intuition,
true to thy faith, master of cruel
Name many time spoken, never
understood, always seen...never
heard,
Disemboweled and shared.
are turning sings of confusion,
are by themselves a carrier of pain.
As much I spread them as much
I sight them...they smile to me,
As light of abnormal intuition,
true to thy faith, master of cruel
Name many time spoken, never
understood, always seen...never
heard,
Disemboweled and shared.
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