by Occult Fan

to feel her fingers around my throat

bleed, you will bleed

you will choke choke choke

cause the tiny mechagears which drive your heartened madness driven by lipid fears

to a rigid degree of mass armageddon and suicide of the oligarchy

the run of tries

the heart of blind

the cost of living

I am your death this life

now I am fire

now I am time

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