melting hydrosphere

kill like a lilith woman

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they say i'd almost burnt my spine in braided lucifer breaths, perhaps caught in between gazes of bugger bees and oscillum ultraviolet radiobones covering half an inch of an irking hill head. they say i'd almost lose the flesh i had myself cover for 200 years in only a molar of hydrochloric acid, one that melts beneath my eyes, cowering from such magma mad man delight. they say i'd yet to search my beginning in human dusts of recollected fossils from beneath the scalp of my mother's broken ribs, not at all awakened from the world's heaviest circus of laughter. ㅤㅤㅤㅤhaha!

i'd say fun and all that is.

fun was them to surmise a mining field with crystals and not metal gray of bomb surprises, fun to get fooled even wrinkling grows on their plaques. though one cannot decipher what a speck of an atom a percent of my bone marrow carries, i'd rather prove their tongue what's a lilith descendant could bury and watch them pop their veins from their bugger bee-heads and die in what they call braided lucifer deaths.
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