Alone Silence Of The Graves Sleeping

Figure is tomorrow terror to get ready for this staged interview.
That I would imagine that I could be successful at who?
Who the hell am I am? Vampire king I am not kidding jack. I'm pissed
toilet on written down the seventh tab pill to kill all over.
Oh and that just die watch Rorschach brick
hit yon ass with a dis demented sick.

Its masked in a kiss that extent if its given nails and hot water.
Thoughts made from the poison Jane cannabis saw dust blades bleed.
It come from across your face h o better know that's
not a joke informal cloak small talk. The roast that keeps going.
I boast forget your thoughts damaged controlled.

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Just unhinged rant about me just being rogue in thought expression.