ᅠᅠlast rites.

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they’ll be the architects of their own destruction .

manic like a chandelier , crack the ceiling — marie antoinette ’cause she’s lost her head .

i’m on fire i’m rotting to the core , i’m eating all your kings and queens , all your sex and your diamonds .

there is an art in death . the act of dying , the deliverance . and then the action of ending the cycle .

and if he was wrong about you , then he was wrong about me .

if i act superior , it’s because i am .

yes , this place is home to cutthroats and villains . are you not becoming one of them .ᐣ

is it a curse or a blessing , to linger past your time in the world .ᐣ

search for pleasure , search for pain , in this world now i am undying — i unfurl my flag my nation helpless .

how did they think this would end .ᐣ

i’ll fight anybody . i’ll fight everybody .

i have no name ; i am but two days old .

i’ll feast on your heart .

you reach across , mindful , meaning . you pull it through to this side , make it real here .

i can’t manipulate , manslaughter , manifest your downfall out of this .

fourteen — temperance .

we shouldn't be here . no one should .

hey , what you say , wanna find a place to play .ᐣ

with a mere mundane , idle life , unfulfilling and lacking .

don't be fooled if you hear laughter , or happen upon a smile . there is no lightness or merriment here .