woman god. at battle with a mass astrengent. the bond
that blends the weak to the wise. it's a safe assumption that you'd want
to save me now. but i'll never face castration. for your sacred sow is left slaughtered. brainwashed by me. myself influence i. bird brained
world saver. a fake god rests dead inside you. it's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. but i'll never face castration. for your sacred sow is left
slaughtered. system destroyed. exposed and unployed. the fruit
of intention cry for their dead
but turning their head to
ignore reality's claw. knife to your wrist
syringe in your
arm is your ounce of prevention. give what you made