V Walking closer he saw one cave unlit. He found a man, his father.
The young man cried out a will and testament. To my degenerate father whose sperm gave me life And with this life brought me line damnation. To quench one’s thirst is to abort one’s life. Or as to sleep so peacefully alive in snuff out a dream Or to admire debutants whose bottled class Is used for fixture for cheering home losing teams.
Pregnant with innocence my friends Tell me lies and crush the pigments Of my already condemned soul
To the heights and depths of their own admirations And to love that scorns me in my waking hours I leave myself to be free. Oh endless thoughts and endless nights The seem to console his vengeful ambition. A quality so comparative That I should benefit from this plentiful regret. Bring me to the corner of despair. Going towards a castle A woman stood by the opening
Beckoning to speed his inquiry lean The flesh gluttonous none will pass.
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