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Brain boiling over with thoughts that are food for the wicked

Expelled from the metal womb battery acid poured into the mouth past burning lips that are wired shut with intestines of hatred that are sewn by needles made of copper rocking in a fetal position held by hands of grace whose talons puncture the flesh bloodletting wounds to nurse the spawns that cries havoc and continue to milk and milk and milk only to cry for more and more crimson that pours from obsidian eyes and fevered veins to fill the emptiness in their bellies so that they may spew their slander to create the havoc they so longingly desire screams echoing through the darkness of harrowed halls punching holes crushing faith forcing internal breakdown until life begins to wither away no longer beating no longer feeling no longer feeding this maternal machine of hate.

I know, not m'normal style of writing. Knecht and Psiko were the beacons of inspiration for this entry. Check'm out and you'll see why