All of the posts since the beginning of April were written and complied back in February and March (I lied about the grass.). Starting now, you may notice a larger emphasis on romance and less on suicide. I promise I'll keep the depression around, but I thought you all should be informed.
Anyway, here's a tidbit so this post isn't a waste.
As you hear the hark of angels,Okay, well, I guess they're not all about romance.
your hands are pushed deeper in the filth.
As you hear the voice of God on high,
you're stripped bare and raped by the altar.
No undemanding justice made meek by war
No repent for your disease-ridden heart
No penitence or impatience, you're no whore
Just crows and debutante balls to say you're through
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