It was mentioned to me recently how far this escapade of breathing and fornication has come in several years.
The scars are just soft white reminders of a life since conquered
---No more glass eyed fabrications of angry red monsters in my flesh
The tattered leafs of paper once again serenade their forgotten ink-stained lover
---Evolution of emotion, no disassociation to sacrifice
This wee little heart beats like it always wanted to...Strong and vicious
---Sadistically tuned to the annihilation of its foes
The masses have witnessed a new form of serene brutality; calculated kindess
---Institutions and caskets have no choke hold
Perhaps the greatest distance traveled is this...
You think I'm not better than you?
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