I may be high, but I'm not your smartphone, I'm not the ground you walk on, I'm not your body, keeping your heart pumping, how many, old demons, haunt these virgins, your shampoo takes a breath, is it breathing, don’t look too closely, oh no, tentacles crawling, creeping into my room, riding up my baby’s skirt, do you like it dirty, watch her squirm, your little brother, peaking into the room, as your dad enters you, holds you down, you are his, you can’t escape it, you don’t have a choice, but deep down, you love it, oh, Marie Howe, what stimulating words, what is abuse, are we not all human, doomed to live, doomed to burn, what is evil homie, it’s what keeps you company, after you’ve starved for an eternity, oh heavens above, I’m no longer under any delusion, you too, you hunger, you yearn, we are but puppets, just children, you comfort us, with such sweet words, of goodness, and love, when the music starts playing, we start dancing, maybe none of us can escape it, drinking rivers of blood, feasting on flesh, such young babies, what tasty fruits, an ocean of emotion, is it flooding, just ripples in the rain, Mount Vesuvius, exploding, all over your tits, your face, hot goth girlfriend, am I crying?

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