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Carving in certain sigils deep into my flesh so that the Bible stays away.

A demon screams into my already damned soul and tells me I’m not me anymore

Every dead rose petal shall be stuffed in the already rotted out heart then sewn back together as if it never fell apart. Then it must be burned not scorched and when you bury it in the back yard then

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Lacerations of life’s lessons are purified be the earthly demons and the blood of the lost angels who are damned to our existence