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It was like watching myself, again and again and I could only wish I had one more chance.

To feel what they feel right now.

That sweet sacrilege of pain.

Drifting down.

Like all embodiments of Christ and His Body and Blood are just bruises on you skin and leukemia.

The hurt won't last too long.

But it fucking will.

So let it go.

Hell is here

He'll be here.

And you'll be here.

And we will spend every moment for the rest of eternity together.

Talking.

It was like watching myself, again and again and I could only wish I had one more chance. To feel what they feel right now. That sweet sacrilege of pain. Drifting down. Like all embodiments of Christ and His Body and Blood are just bruises on you skin and leukemia. The hurt won't last too long. But it fucking will. So let it go. Hell is here He'll be here. And you'll be here. And we will spend every moment for the rest of eternity together. Talking.

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empty thoughtless blank celluar matter

black images errode sanity like horizons with time

distance screams awaken the still of the night

death follows harbringer of the shadows

collector of torment lurking cricks swift prick

no breathe ascending bright high above the nothing

motionless judgement shame from sins

words thoughts of needing pity