Ann O. Rexia Belief System
By:J.
Scrawled across the bare bottom eternity the werds ov forever severed and cut into small consumer parts and pieces ov ever dimming light shines into motor movement math addictive drug thoughts into actions into 6th sense recreations ov walking talking stalking taking what yoo dont want seeking what yoo dont need exploring what yoo dont even want to fucking know but look beyond see it see it feel the wind wide gushing downward spiraling into minor contusions allusions to the feeling ov everything yoo feel in your lifetime ov ever extending moment by moment ov the simpleness inside your writhered brain drain the strain frum a barreling train hellbent on overcoming your vices devices in hand in holy trinity beds ov the savior ov grief striken the wiccan water logged notion a secret potion a position inclination ov a some what well thought out pollination a new station in life a lack ov evasion ov the needling little nation state marshal law in effect erect the new worshippers a new false idle god at hand the pistil over to the seeds ov regret me not that eye fear not that eye am not will yoo not see me in the mirror image scrimp and save your soul for a layter tyme space a race into outer places in the heart so cold so old so dying within its own shell the dead smell ov a selection ov mine eyes have seen the gory results ov deaths cannon fodder a daughter on her kness a son bent over the bed a belt in hand death in the other why cant hollywood just remake me in your image ov bright lights big city sluts kik me well eye am down and out in beverlies hill street blues the blue sky sunshine burst apart at the seemingly lost seeing eye chart the walking dead end to the living creature ov the deep blue dead sea scrolls rolled forever and a day into you and me and the water rushing upwards towards me and they see me know me want to seek me out ov the woodwerk wunder god fears the mind ov human beings so much so that he created a devil in his own image to scare his flock away frum the truth witihn us all in the blink ov an eye a fireball shine so deathly thin she dies so much so little all the tyme the clocks ticking away each new breath takin in vain example that yoo have to hurt yourself to see yourself in the mirror mirror on the wall whos the dying wun eye know so well so deathly well so cry so that eye might again feel my own personal sin...
By:J.
Scrawled across the bare bottom eternity the werds ov forever severed and cut into small consumer parts and pieces ov ever dimming light shines into motor movement math addictive drug thoughts into actions into 6th sense recreations ov walking talking stalking taking what yoo dont want seeking what yoo dont need exploring what yoo dont even want to fucking know but look beyond see it see it feel the wind wide gushing downward spiraling into minor contusions allusions to the feeling ov everything yoo feel in your lifetime ov ever extending moment by moment ov the simpleness inside your writhered brain drain the strain frum a barreling train hellbent on overcoming your vices devices in hand in holy trinity beds ov the savior ov grief striken the wiccan water logged notion a secret potion a position inclination ov a some what well thought out pollination a new station in life a lack ov evasion ov the needling little nation state marshal law in effect erect the new worshippers a new false idle god at hand the pistil over to the seeds ov regret me not that eye fear not that eye am not will yoo not see me in the mirror image scrimp and save your soul for a layter tyme space a race into outer places in the heart so cold so old so dying within its own shell the dead smell ov a selection ov mine eyes have seen the gory results ov deaths cannon fodder a daughter on her kness a son bent over the bed a belt in hand death in the other why cant hollywood just remake me in your image ov bright lights big city sluts kik me well eye am down and out in beverlies hill street blues the blue sky sunshine burst apart at the seemingly lost seeing eye chart the walking dead end to the living creature ov the deep blue dead sea scrolls rolled forever and a day into you and me and the water rushing upwards towards me and they see me know me want to seek me out ov the woodwerk wunder god fears the mind ov human beings so much so that he created a devil in his own image to scare his flock away frum the truth witihn us all in the blink ov an eye a fireball shine so deathly thin she dies so much so little all the tyme the clocks ticking away each new breath takin in vain example that yoo have to hurt yourself to see yourself in the mirror mirror on the wall whos the dying wun eye know so well so deathly well so cry so that eye might again feel my own personal sin...
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