

Dream of an Ending HolocaustMe... Arrested under confinement. Could this truly be my own holocaust? Signs... I see signs across the blood pavement. Let me go and I'll tell you about their secrets. How can it be, That a bird can fly, Such a difficult task it is... And yet, It is so difficult for my heart to beat. Something... So simple becomes a tragedy. Let me go! Let me return to nature! My heart beats faster in the wild! Yet here... In this prison, A locked car explodes... Walls shatter, And the car bomb rips apart the tiniest molecules of BLOOD! &nbDream of an Ending Holocaust


Team of KingsPlease follow me, follow me to a place of comfort. You still dig holes, Holes for your self to live in. But you still plead, You pleade for me to follow. As you go bye, I listen to the crowd you lead. Oh how magnificent are your peasants, you who lead them to you. Yes I will follow, Follow you to the holes you love in. I know you like that, You like control but you've never felt controlled. So you follow me, leave your peasants, leave THEM... Follow me to my hole, A place where you are controlled. Maybe then you will see, myTeam of Kings


The TelemarketerJust like the waves before. You pull me in to your secret. Just like those places before. Your still there alone. So don't push. Or shove. You don't answer my question... Don't try to bleed on me. You ask for more... But don't try and expect that from me. So just like a sheep. You hope for me to follow you. Just like a harp. You ask for me to resonate. So don't push. Or shove. You don't answer my question... Don't try to feed on me. You beg for more. But don't try and think that of me... Of me....... WHAT DO YOU WANT?The Telemarketer
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"My mind splits in two"
[Death is a standard breach for a complex prize.]
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You have to accept that maybe this isn't an elevator. Maybe this is a time machine. Once you've accepted that fact, you have to come to a conclusion on whether or not you are going forwards or backwards through time.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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You have to accept that maybe this isn't an elevator. Maybe this is a time machine. Once you've accepted that fact, you have to come to a conclusion on whether or not you are going forwards or backwards through time.
THanks
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Samantha J. Ballard
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