Hidden Monsters
My wishes were to dream my dreams never came I had to see what I didn’t believe and yet the harness of the dark kept me in tact and flown the hidden monsters in the dark the feelings hidden when its art I faced with your passionate release your days of murder and endless reaping regress pour hearts from primitive believes to nothingness conquered
Machine
Driven in fast gear the world disaster steers at hand the son is rising this is the start of the engine of the reaping machine give it in give in give I have hasted hated and lust desired belonged and been lost on the pistons turn to rust age is moving fast and faster is the kill passionate sublimation your life unfolds in the machine it toils and turns until its numb and lifelessness receives it completed death and disguise you life in my time
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