09-03-2006, 06:24 PM
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why God permits evil
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Location: Serious Discussion
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
This Map Can't Be Right
Slap my cheeks until they glow inferno. My words, my truth is the charge. My sentence lasts. Stay calm. I could pick your mind apart. Please, seize her. Ticking like a bomb that won't go off. Banishment, abandonment. Insufferable, threatening lipsticked monster. I hate... Manipulation belongs to higher hands than a suffocating fraud. Spoil the pneumatic whip, spare the lightning rod. So-called Benefactor that approaches my sanctity in hopes of distortion: Beat me until fright melts my world, feign a belittling extortion. Bring insult to my injury, call me a "man." Guess they were right. I am from nothing, immaculate. Saturate so many a tale, manufacture a motherless machine. Can't do it, can you? Our products bleed out colours for the masses. Bleach and bury. All sales are final. Enter closing time. My black orchestra, conductive with water, spark, or speakerbox, has no stories to tell me. No laughs to be heard, no hands to be held.
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