In the throes of dreamscapes and nightshade
I’m the reaper, sent to collect in these last days
Cascade of tears draped on her cheeks so heavily
Each whimper from those lips like a god given melody
God, I want to taste your suffer
Succumb to every ache and discomfort
Rode a death cab with my cutie, stomach tied into knots
Belly filled to the brim with the eggs the spider dropped
She laughed then kissed me
Math and history
Trying to fight the past and calculate the odds stacked against me
Actually impressive how I amassed this massive list of enemies
Despite being the most passive mf on this half the Mississippi
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