Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead to share with the worms that gather in the darkness and surround the world with the power of their lives while from the dimlit halls of other places forms that never were and never could be writhe for the impatience of the few who never saw what could have been. In the black water with the sun shining at midnight, those fruit shall come ripe and in the darkness of that which is golden shall split open to reveal the revelation of the fatal softness in the earth.

The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear, but whether it decays under the earth or above on green fields, or out to sea or in the very air, all shall come to revelation, and to revel, in the knowledge of the strangling fruit—and the hand of the sinner shall rejoice, for there is no sin in shadow or in light that the seeds of the dead cannot forgive. And there shall be in the planting in the shadows a grace and a mercy from which shall blossom dark flowers, and their teeth shall devour and sustain and herald the passing of an age. That which dies shall still know life in death for all that decays is not forgotten and reanimated it shall walk the world in the bliss of not-knowing. And then there shall be a fire that knows the naming of you, and in the presence of the strangling fruit, its dark flame shall acquire every part of you that remains.

I can't
Look in the mirror
The same no more
No, I can't lose all my peers
And be the same no more
No, I can't
Help but cry now
I remain ignored
Oh, pity party
I'm havin' pity parties
So I can feel some more

Poor me, poor me
Poor me, poor me

Maybe I'm the one that's to blame
Never go to parties
Always show up tardy when I join
"No, we just got done playin' games"
Imma go to bed now
Feels like gettin' let down I been saying
Sorry, I'll join in a few days
When I'm not as crazy
Buried in and lazy I'll come stay
Would you rather if I was straight?
I feel so embarrassed
Dresses look dumb on me anyway

I can't
Look in the mirror
The same no more
No, I can't lose all my peers
And be the same no more
No, I can't
Help but cry now
I remain ignored
Oh, pity party
I'm havin' pity parties
So I can feel some more

Poor me, poor me
Poor me, poor me
Poor me, poor—

-rep gay american

So... I am stalked relentlessly by alien gangstalkers employed by the deepstate shadow government or black ops/military industrial complex. Everyday can feel like a constant nightmare as mere human dialogue is intercepted by archons and altered in real time to oppose my frequency through telepathy, they find this entertaining. I am constantly follow by strange people whose identities are unknown, weird cars, planes, and helicopters. My computer is compromised, and is constantly backdoored by foreign agencies. All my phonecalls are monitored. I don't know when this will end.

+rep cracked