

my realitybreekmy reality
my
oop skeur my
vel eet my pyn want N I K S maak meer saak nie


constancythe sins that bind us will be the grace we move with to escape their constant hypocricyconstancy
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the tar we sweep over will soon become the grave we fear and recreate our "individual differences"
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the mirrors they keep worshipping will dance into their flesh in pieces and show them true beauty
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the cuts they have left will make this nausea constant within me to torture my subconcious's rage
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On Guard

alwayswanneer die aandgety die dag versmoor en wanhoop in ons siele insuipel en elke gedagte van toekoms deurdrenkalways
wanneer die wolke in die lug toetrek soos die aansteeklike kanker van gedagte en die gewasse deur ons koppe skiet
wanneer die onontkombare melodie van pyne soos n dodemars in ons opduik en elke dooie liefde begrawe word in donker grond
weet ek dat ons altyd die sterre het dat ek jou altyd het &nbs


Consume AllTheres a taste of blood On his voice. Theres a sense of fear In his stare.Consume All
She moves a little And hopes hes staring through her. But his glazy eyes Follows every move she makes.
She feels inside her Something changes. She bows her head As a tear hits the ground.
Hes gonna consume all of me; Leave nothing to be found...
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To Love And To Be Loved. Let's Just Hope That Is Enough.
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