Dec 22, 02
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To be poison
Swallowing down an addicting pill of death, I morph and travel to a world where everything is perfect. It is in that state of mind where i feel enlightened, i understand it all. Nothing is upsetting, i take it in for its higher meaning.
Tired i take two more. Now full of energy, i drift high above this world. soaring high above the crowd inviting anyone i can to join my travels. We talk, and share, finding out we all are similar, we all can relate. The music goes on. We part paths, continueing on our own. giving birth to the knowledge that we know, stepping in and out of our high pearched world and letting the beats flow through us of the night. Each to whom we speak follows. We soar. With the birth of day, the night dies. We the angels of darkness fall back to earth, and walk the streets like zombies, in search for our shelter... Dead, i am a killer. 
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Dec 22, 02
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