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The sheep are all like disciples
Waiting to be led into a shallow
in tragedy
Their gasp the pollution

Inhaling the of a new tyrant
fan her campaign into flames
Hell is not the corner
It's here
In me

She paints the cicatrice to conceal her wretched design
Flesh
Imparting to all
She paints the beige

Words won't as her elusive speech
yet another pair of dead ears
Sentences bear no but the mortal eyes
a sight too exquisite to watch
As she

The

the concept of a new tyrant
Masses fan her campaign into
Hell is not around the
It's already

She paints the cicatrice