Dreaming of Angels and Dust


United States
42° 20' 51.4248" N, 71° 6' 1.0368" W

Life is dictated in Time's court
So fuck around all you want
Time will come and strip your selfishly selfless conceited joys
Gavel slammed to a sentence of eternal damnation
You to an eternity of never ending
Beatings and wounds never healing
Trembling in sweat
Covered in a sea of dry red
Dried pieces of broken glass spread...
This horror scene is stuck on repeat
where even you lose control the path of your feet


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