Side with the vulgar lining of membrane in control of my smile as I watch as the lord mechanicus god of mercy carves out the unnecessary grot with my form. Closer to the fall in then ever before sit up, in the stitching chair and bare witness to, the bend in the over turn .all the vessel of the sky give birth to pure detrusion
Crown the next king
But jewelled with the carnivorous teeth self mutilation mindless he sit on the ground next to the cold abiotic thrown eye dry from lack of visual mussel contraction control the blur of land as he wallow in nothingness for the memories now devoured by the crown the air is solid, black. Stoping sound only the movent of dust by the reputation of breath can be notedIn the absence of leadership the abuse be taken no longer as street-by-street poring from ever orifice in the city. Land of once control opens its legs to the rape of riot the gates of both platforms in hell over burdened with redirected filth. the garden over burdened grants assesses to the forests of heaven as angle take arms to defend there purity with the swords of god ageist the endless masses violating the cloudsAll levels of existence begin to cower at the over burdening threat of death look to the glass caverns of god as light pore throw the decay the power of all cry out as the chamber of god is broken and assimilated in theDONOTBLOCKOURADS body of the unstoppable mass. The flesh of hells walls burst with out body parts of the falling creating waterfalls of rotten flesh vomit, urine, blood, scraps of skin and nail begin to pure out from the shadow as from is self is over come shapes once know to man become mountains of carrionThe heart of the king crying for the action of the mind but the crown carving its teeth deep and deep in to submission of the thought patterns. The poison defeating all manner of feeling in the brain
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