Mors Voluntaria
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Mors Voluntaria
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Peter said: I recall getting a message from the grave
I recall as Jesus was speaking to me
Suffering from schizophrenic paranoia
He went to The Isle of Wight
There in his cell he converes with Ziploski
Almost every other night
Why are we compelled to this perverse sensation
Evil and it's various manifestations
What is the fascination or
Is it manipulation?
Hair falls like black flowers
With every drop of blood
With every drop of sperm
Solaced men of poetry and song
Administer the worm
Time perhaps time will echo the memory
Of a fortunate life
Death perhaps death will tolerate the splinter
And the cut of the knife
Death voluntary death
Death voluntary death
Death voluntary death
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