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Benediction

Tuesday the third I'll call this entry 'Mistake' Cheap imitation My life feels like a fake A people person Some days people annoy me I'm growing edgy

Oh yea, back again Hope you've enjoyed our little excursions, huh Tippin', toein' through the mind of a motherfucker That need's a little fuckin' stompin

Y ella es flama que se eleva Y es un pajaro a volar En la noche que se incendia, Estrella de oscuridad Que busca entre la _________ La dulce _________

"Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds

With benediction in her eyes, Our dearest gods are not surprised. You better hold your lover down, Tie him to the ground. Whisper "I love you," One

Dedicated to Julian May, author of "The Many Coloured Land(The Saga of the Exiles in the Pliocene epoch) The rupture of the brain from flesh, children

Contained in blood scrawl, compiled evil artifacts. Insane instigators of ritualistic pacts. Necronomicon, bestial methods, age old torrid acts. If darker

Release me Erupting Break out from the Bleakhouse Fractured mind Four in one, my storm Escape my fantasies Hollow hear of my disease Angered psychopath

In my parent's eyes, I'm a child of sin. Black sheep of the family, blessed be insanity. Down with the lambs, up with the lark. Run to bed my children