» Writing Fiction Non-Fiction Poetry Religion Books back to Poetry		Soul Tension Rip i want to strip, i want to kill, i want to mill, the metal that restricts feed my need to impede their offensive, screw my pensive thoughts, that abound like a hound their souls, I will fight their pride against my might deep dank night cold soggy blight opaque blinded sight renew that which is true die that which is lie lives, living in hives drones, frivolous tones emit, from their mouths, their souls are tools, of an evil plan to make a stand against the light, the Great Fight. Bring me to an oasis, elucidate my basis, of existence of my resistance of the insistence to object to your grace my hate, abounds in my state, it rebounds again with its mate they procreate the damn that damns my rate, to succeed, to heed, that which is right in Your sight bring me into your arms race, it’s become yell the loudest acquire the sum refrain from truth abject thy proof can the Man praise thy hand, that which is red with the blood of the living dead.

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