Numbed. Numbing. Numb. I think I’m numb. A Broken heart. Just use super glue. Exhale inhale. Then you’ll find truth. The sun never leaves. We do. Only to return again. For another spin. Broken heart? We’ll fix it together. Are you like them? Can you pretend? Is the day gone. Counting sheep. Blasting fools into oblivion. We control the stars and the moons. With our formula and numbers. The people bow to us. We do as you would have us do. They foretold of the coming. They knew the future. We align ourselves to them. Their truths and their violence. Surveilled. Torn veil. Burning crosses is where salvation is. At the foot of the cross. Lord knows I ran red. Ran ragged. 🐏 for killing. A good odor for the gods. Altars. Prayers. Daggers. Looking up to not look down. I think I’m numb. Maybe just groggy. I think I’m just groggy. See the sun? Way up there? Close to that edge is where the creator lives. He requires all these things that we do. Scary ugly shit I know. But necessary right? So needed for us to function. There there. Sleep now in the mire.

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