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Porcelin Dolls, covered in
Porcelin skin.
Drinking the blood of minors, feeling misery for them.
Take me away oh,
Porcelin God.
Bury me in your crib of thorns and worms.
Corrosive Gods. Oh,
Corrosive Gods., why disobey your disciple here?
Why conjure up a hate.
Why devour faith like wealth to a mule.
I am
I was
I could never be.
Death, a virtue.
Death, a veil.
Life, a sentance.
Life, a torture.
Porcelin skin.
Drinking the blood of minors, feeling misery for them.
Take me away oh,
Porcelin God.
Bury me in your crib of thorns and worms.
Corrosive Gods. Oh,
Corrosive Gods., why disobey your disciple here?
Why conjure up a hate.
Why devour faith like wealth to a mule.
I am
I was
I could never be.
Death, a virtue.
Death, a veil.
Life, a sentance.
Life, a torture.
I wrote this a ways back there, last year I think. I decided to finally get this up after writing out the second part to it. The format originally was like my Paralyzed Dominance piece, but I just really didn't find the time to get it put together like it was. Okay. Here's nothing.
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