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it fucking swells
turns the oceans instide out
crustaceans on their backs
and whales sick from the oxygen
it fucking grows
the impending doom upon our sea life
the ocean it fucking swells
it brings its own end
along with those seaside dwellers
their lives are over, their homes are gone
at the hands of poseiden
his mighty trident
his fucking will
his fucking will
HIS FUCKING WILL
unearths the undersea volcanoes
it unearths the business of fallen heroes
and between our hands
no one is a hero
everyone is fucked
everyone is a piece of god damn shit
and I know
because I live the life you live
and I fuck the scum you fuck
and i confide in the wealth you do
we are one in the same
you fucking masacre of a human being
you fucking regular.
you fucking mess.

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i am the remorse you feel with others hands between your thighs, the beating palms down your spine, and the curved massacre from deaths sowing tool, the terror, the famine, the variable, to your feet and back to your knees, the terror, the famine, the regret, i sink into your skin and swim within your sin. I am the hatred you feel staring back through this collection of gray matter left from your filthy existence. the terror, the famine, the release. youll flow through time, forgotten and lost, the way it should be. the terror, the famine, the resistance. i'll be the memorys so fond, the way you wanted to be remembered.