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    Seether

    Call my commiserate heart soft but my vehement emotions beat out hard till my lungs collapses & bleeds when I sternly cough. Yet I try to deliberate myself by keeping a tight rein on my breath even though if circumstances comply to remain tough. Although I'm imprisoned in a false hope in the anatomical blueprint that is adulterated in a bluff, most times I excruciatingly feel the zemblanity where I've honestly had more than enough. Pour me the filthiest gasoline & watch my imperceptible soul set on fire as nebulous smoke puffs where no ocean can snuff. Lock me up with the serpentine dragons in the dungeon where we'll conglomerate our apoplectic fury that can neither be decrepit nor cuffed.
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  • gold__illusionist360 3d

    Holy Roller

    Save me from the cataclysmic thoughts of me being wickedly suicidal because the impervious storm inside my head needs to be bridled. Blinded by the dark who dwells in fool's paradise while sentient beings accepts the state of living in denial, my horse sense shall not be kept idle even if the day of judgment comes for me to stand for trial. I will rave & bang to be decisive where I shall project the monolithic writings on the wall from the sacrosanct bible, falling towards the depth of the ocean floor to pay my homage to the serendipitous idol & reverberate my body to invigorate for me to feel eternally tidal.
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  • gold__illusionist360 3d

    The Dark Tower

    Sink in your own teeth & bite off your tongue before you speak for the dead for their death token to be bequeathed. The Netherworld rose from beneath for the angels of death to find peace where the reapers' blade can finally stop dripping blood when kept in the sheath. Anaesthetised souls then become easy victims who will be induced by the scoundrel, echoing in their subconscious of his infamously unsaid name even without the vowels. Being seated in his thorned throne in his eponymous dark tower, he feints his hoes to twirl & set the world on fire as he breathes in his ambiguous power with disavowal.
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  • gold__illusionist360 1w

    Retaliation Payback

    Vanquished souls being offered in rigged auctions for monsters to gamble, prosperous lechery who are aways devoured in being unnecessarily fed is still not procurely ample as the underprivileged gets caught in between the lines of this cunning scandal for the appetite to scramble. Platoons being stationed on either sides who have assembled themselves for a rumble, preparing a battle of schism for the magnetic poles of Earth to tumble. Succumbing to another post apocalyptic encounter while children & mothers sing their melancholious song with a treble where sons grow into malefic men & daughters into bewitched women who will carry memories of a broken mind & heart that will turn rebel.
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  • gold__illusionist360 1w

    Dual Cerebation

    The existential apparition of our embodiment may seem figurative if our cognitive mind gets trapped in an air bubble, drifting away into the aperture that pops unconsciously when we collide to huddle. We've become a reflection of our neighbouring interstellar cloud of couple where we see no collateral image of our own double as we stimulate the eyes for it to cuddle. Imprints of our transcendence left behind in the planetary puddle, genome sequencing shall be complete when we spiral into the time traveling shuttle. Baffled by the transtemporal creation of opening the unknown portal to our imaginative frontal, sensory information being transmitted visually becomes subtle.
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  • gold__illusionist360 1w

    Will-O'-The-Wisp

    How do I subdue the gradient pattern of fate when the cosmos in chaos are transgressively disordered? I've been traumatised by the nightmares that showcased colossal horrors where sometimes I wished I didn't have to move forward so there'd never be a past to live in until hell freezes over for me to be bothered. Call me schizophrenic or bipolar but the pretence of my ignus fatuus is within the consciousness of my borders as I believe in the former while I suffer to face my marytrs. The cold blooded could never get any warmer because they never could bleed themselves out through their shredded armour where the grim reaper couldn't find a breather to allow the corpses be sown by any farmer.
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  • gold__illusionist360 2w

    WARNING! DISCLAIMER

    An ugly truth has been placed to sterilise in the dirt, leaving no trail as sandstorms blew to cover the Earth that became an unhabitable desert. Cacti cultivated where lies were reasserted, exposing clusters of spine that kept pricking mother till it hurt. We follow & obey men's law as if we're rolling up our sleeves like we've got something to overt but the foul smell of corruption never truly reveals what's under a shirt where perverted douchebags are more diverted towards what is under women's skirt. Sick minds with feelings of oblivious desolation reverts where the warning signs were clear when they started to flirt with turrets, giving a red alert as nature becomes disconcert.
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  • gold__illusionist360 2w

    In The Parallels Of An Antithesis

    Replication of matter, space & time to coincide in the same dimension would be a struggle to upkeep in the multiversal parallel where it would be paradoxical to unfurl a corresponding effect that will be imperil. There's neither a cut through nor a diagonal to integrate a hurl from the cardinal as the fibonacci universe grows spiral. We may never capture all the extraterrestrials as they've always been freely feral even if the starfleet vessels are set to maneuver a chandelle in order to find a herald. The consciousness of the human race have been kept in the barrel which is why the inability to conjure the conspiracies that has been preserved sterile.
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  • gold__illusionist360 2w

    Mare's Nest

    A gaping hole I made on my chest where I thought nothing could infiltrate my bullet-proof vest but I opened further for my lesions to expose my bones for my affliction to manifest. A haox of incubation taking place in my cicatrical scars for external hosts to infest, helps to mutilate the atrophic pests living inside of me who are considered my unwelcomed guest. Swimming in the dead pool filled with bloodsport in the dyspeptic tempest, I felt the whiplash where I had to float on still water to sanitize my skin to bones for me to coalesce. To the Holy spirit I have my sins confessed, please father have me be blessed to reach out for the crest & allow a mark of divinity to attest.
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  • gold__illusionist360 3w

    Guilty Pleasure Of Making Out With Medusa

    Atoms in the universe could no longer fuse where matter went rogue when beauty was heinously abused by a prominent member who was the brother of Zeus. The angle at which Poseidon glared at the temptress Medusa was obtuse which led her with a dark image that got bruised as she was seduced. Her pulchritudinous elegant view was tarnished with a venomous curse she couldn't willingly refuse where anyone who stared dead in her eye would turn to stone if you're accused. The gorgoneion hisses from her hair strand got her hypnotised in a trance state of muse where her despicable black heart prevented her from signing a truce as bad blood has been let loose for taking advantage of the golden goose.
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