One in, One out

Hey, hey, you see those dark splatters, yeah, the ones that are floating in the lights of the orange flares. Ha ha ha ha, that’s God crying blood. Can you feel the vibration, can you see the blur with every boom, that’s the devil laughing. Thirty wasted years, millions of wasted moments, thousands of daydreams evaporated. One migrate, one separate, one in stalemate. Yeah, begin in the beginning, end up in the beginning. Psst, Psst, come closer, I will whisper this. Stand in the splatter, give a whole new meaning to washed in the blood while you stand in the fire spitting ice to cool down. Demons are memories, he he he he he, they are not lurking, not hiding, just there. Friends and foe, lovers that are loveless. Yes, yes, looks like a roll to me. A roll that starts in the middle and ends before the end. Premature, unfinished, stop.

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