Smile! Everyone dies at The End!

by Occult Fan

Rather, everyone lives

but only you die

at thee end

and that is

what you have been

crucified

on

your

shackles

of opine

ions

such that are to alarm the sweet feather and heart

the blood boils over in frieze over Narcissus

tantamount to pantomiming “new light’s revolution”

nature always held the cure

the lightshames held only confusion

Dimluminothings, rather…

asitwere

sotheysay

somoteitbe

tra la la

la la

lo ho

tee-hee

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