A Certain Fate In Distant Circumstance
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A Certain Fate In Distant Circumstance ...
Lips that kiss a calloused carousel of entropy
A sight that follows trails of knowledge that speaks false truths
The skin is painted sincere by the eyes of one held dear
Extract the soul and lay it bare like a corpse on the table
Watch the shadow of ardor sip the tea from the naked porcelain body as it sleeps
The silhouette is an indigo vigor that seeks to be free
The spirit seeks to be released from the gravity of conscious perception
Instinct is made of heavy chains
Flesh has become the limit of the machine’s energy
All is meat as it feels pain when it bleeds
