• bir burn the priest şarkısı.

    picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine.
    human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot. trust
    ripping away, dying. your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to
    your palate of doubt. a remnant of what was, once left, a relic you pissed
    it away. your breed is weak, a thing so weak. mutual downslide into
    mediocrity, you knew better but you pissed it all away. weak.
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