This is all so perverse, wicked and malformed. Looks of scars, smells of stains. Cement staircases are storyless when penniless. Dulling the sharp sting of fresh spring air, five stories high comes the advent smell of rain.

This is all so pointless. Alluring as well as annoying. What it builds in context it lacks in cohesion. Inappropriate rapture, reverb of silence clatters. Sullen terror campaign. The water drops bend at an awkward axis and explode on landing.

A flash of red. Thunderclap disembowelment. The shadows return to shadows. This is all so cryptic. Lost in memories. Lack of translation, fractures of truth. We only appreciate finality. Cumshot dreamscapes taken into the sky by super-heated energy. Takes a storm to claim some souls. Takes a death for people to pay attention.

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