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Inner deformity, such a foul deceptive rot. |
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Conceiving the grotesque. |
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Nothing is but what is not. |
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Screeds of verbiage, never explained. |
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Gazing at the flames. |
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Inside the dungeon or my skull, only mawkish thoughts remains. |
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Grotesque addict, forever shadowed, darkness clouding me. |
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Absurdity now fate. |
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Bizzarre dreams, an horrendous nightmare, nothing left but to hallucinate. |
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Dementia reigns, a predilection. |
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Total order cease. |
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Rescrudescent, this condition. |
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Coherency decrease. |
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Humanity is not to shine, in my bloodless face. |
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Magnified in travesty, |
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I have been displaced. |
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See with the eye of the mind. |
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That the lie will speak. |
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Traumatic cracks in my addiction, made the future bleak. |
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Paralysed to ruminate, embolismic bitter jest. |
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Ontologically |
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I'm dead, reborn as the grotesque. |
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THE GROTES |
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QUE! |
