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mr.j.medeiros
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of gods and girls
Track:
Constance

pornography

so its been said stop
listen
you don't listen
let loose
then you listen

whats not said is the fret
the detriment you live in
the pain she feels you intend

like a gun
a bullet goes through your
and her head

collectively you are both dead
your mediating the paul bearers end
the gain he receives the profit margin
of a two man casket
operate the cooperation of the walking dead

and on and on
we all cry incessantly
we all wait for edible bread
this horror can't be made lovely
its altogether venomous
its altogether inadequate

do you see this
are you looking at the volume
the great measure of which I've bled

but it's here where all must diminish to memory
it's here where new story shall be met
for the hope of the deplenished it surety
the tallness of monsters is fallen at the sight of a cross

it's here we find grouped the broken down trodden
finally arms cut open everything is no longer loss
no more hidden is my birth pangs promise
its here I see a heart made in fleshly moss

no more pain
no more misery
the bullet intended for selfish reason
seems insanity
suddenly I see

all is gained which is in memory
nothing is beyond redemption
no hurt to emboldened
new blood prevents all loss