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Chaotic Chaos |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
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Trapped Enter it fresh And don’t understand the methods See the prisoners before you tortured, molested, blinded Without their bones that were here ripped out by their own forced permission, “ok” Cut open the forearm and rip out bone from the Elbow to the hand Chop this bone up and toss it in the keepers bathing pond The keeper himself has no feelings his job just to punish the guilty here His skin no longer has color if it even exists The color of coagulated blood with dark purple blood vessels that casually bulge from him He bathes in the remnants of people he talked with yesterday and some are not yet dead, still talking and walking about. This place is a jail you may be here forever or survive only a few days graduating only to Death First day, your choice or of torture plucking out your eyes, cutting and tearing flesh, and deboning parts of yourself, or your body stretched out, hands tied overhead while long time resident inmates “introduce” themselves, or blindfolded and sit quietly while the atmospheric imaginations decide your fate... decapitation Once joined to chaos you become chaotic “You’re to special. We won’t hurt you... But a dream, and I can already see him in me Apart of me. Our souls joined, this piece of me... Stink Confusion, disorder And I became Chaos, which spread from me Corruption is caused by holes in obedience to God. |
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