Danse Flesh
Shallow Soul
Superficial Thinking
Self Doubt So Deeply Mired
Faith In God Barely Competes
Seeds Of Victim
Planted By Mother
Abandoned By Father
Love Non Existant
Touth Awkward
Augs Are For Fucking Faggots
Each Day Lived In Genuine Expression
Yet The Enemies Never Come
But They Might
One Day They May
Who Am I?
I'm A Writer
But I Do Not Write
I'm A Player
But I Do Not Play
I Love Laughter More Than Anything
Yet So Seldom Do I Crack A Smile
What Am I?
A Dreamer ...
A Dreamer ...
But I Do Not Dream
Danse Flesh
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