Perfect Human ConditionMature

Fear. A writhing beast that dwells within us all.

I crawl into you
I'm feeling safe inside your hole
But I wonder where is your soul
I swallow of you
You taste of filth and bitterness
This always brings me happiness
A mother makes you
Another takes it all away
I am the flavor of the day
My love within you
It cannot fill my emptiness
It's time to leave you
And begin again
I walk among you
Like a fucking God in a candy store
My hunger leaves me wanting more
I suffocate you
I fill your mouths with my own tongue
It's time to rape you
And feel the real you

It's the perfect human condition

The End

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