hidden in the echo of an out of control scream the whole world was possessed by the ghost of the obscene and i drank the nectar until i was intoxicated
in the morning i run into the future of a stolen moment- the chaos of this time and i can't help but falling into you
the worship of this breath can consume the next if we remain unfinished in this chamber of ideas i am unfolding
echo of a thought
of a glimpse
an instance of insistence
out of mind
of a winter in hell- controlling the scream
possession of the intoxicated obscene
in this i dream
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