Tuesday, May 12, 2009


he can't hear you slur your desperate words, keep crying to the sky, you ignorant fuck. he won't save you, and you can't save yourself. run to the heaven you've made inside your hollow head, i pity you. i'll watch filth take over you, and if you're a believer, you're condemned to your own hell. god. is. not. real.

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