Gory Blister soul borne maladies

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No, i'm not dead
I can not watch myself
Lying on the couch, eyes shut
Go, speak to me
Clear away your thoughts
Kill your judge, slyness
We could not realize
The deviation
Passion overwhelmed
By technopathology
Nothing healed
The crack inside
Individual choice and free will
Deconstructed the cosmic mind
And let the cancer
Take the body soon
Revelation, excess of evil
Creeping on the underside
New soul-borne maladies
Chronic discontent affection
Causing blind rage
Wish to dominate
Self-deception
A universe at our disposal
Knowledge and learning
Not privilege and spurning
Yes, we are dead
I can watch myself
Lying in the mud
And everyone else
Desolation
There will never be
A new sane mind
Nor any other body to consume
Hardness of the soul
Nothing could heal
Scurvy and swelling
Individual choice and free will
Deconstructed the cosmic mind
And let the cancer
Take the body soon
Revelation, excess of evil
Creeping on the underside
New soul-borne maladies
Chronic discontent affection
Causing blind rage
Wish to dominate
Self-deception
A universe at our disposal
The sickness of mankind
A crack within the mind
Outbreak of despair
The soul-borne maladies

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