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Trap Them

Panic, what the fuck did they to do you? with false alarms, with bulletins, and death cards calling out the murder suits? someone, anyone... give the

Get them propped and boxed, and fixed on forced remarks... on haggard glimpse, on a primal blitz, and meet me at the hole where the bodies are dumped

Where they cast the cults was where we dripped our walking sticks and we bit the suits of armor draped on every boneless body bound stripped and singed

Lessons submissions inept yeah, i fucking lost them like my teeth expressions came their blood while the vital lost it's touch damage you're sweating

Put on your mask Put on your gloves We're heading out We're going down Drowning Draining Blazing This feast is the feast of the rabid When all the sheep

I know how we talk i know how we work this is hostility, deceiver this is hostility, and you can put it wherever you'd like amongst the curdled soil

None of this sounds right to me so, let them come and get me for this for fucking saying it they know where we all live as it is so fuck it come and

that's right you slept your full eight and pledged alliance to the most miserable craft i don't want to go back to those grounds we washed our hands, so let them

I haven't slept in shifts. Vexed and wrecked like the print you infect. Diligent. Honest. Aside from that, we've got some points to discuss. They involve