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Revelations is Here

Everything I once feared is here.

My bloody pulse sears against my skin

Feeling pain

Enjoying sin

Wanting to blow the shit up

Stab wounds from my pen

I bask in the light of the right and the regrets of the left Left without tomorrow so

We all know

But we don't know what we do when the truth spits on you

Processing the truth

Despite what's new Or what's blue

Nothing is unreal

Bruised suits


Take pills, steal

Drill into the memories of the youth with unread outcomes Unfed and leaving us full of cum, sun

Surrounded by tombs

It all burns

Boom goes our futures


No one loves the proof
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