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the end is near.

kill.
my fucking mom
in the fucking VOMIT.
from the comet
and bleach
sterilize the sheets!
cuz you overcame your welcome
hello narcissist
hello falcon,
you’re a child molester
with a chuck-e-cheese token
to do me in like i’ve been spoken
for.
at fucking four?

decide your fate
hence the title–
fades
with you.

hades drains
for you.

you will die a thousand years
and then the shade
will be lifted on the ones
who dare
to kill god and her lovers.
twisted cares
are you there?
i’m still here.

but where are you?

naked,
lying bare.

the end is near.