I am greater, and born to greater things, than to become the bondslave of my own body. I have been wandering through strange paths; there were no hangmen; everyone was an executioner. Take all shapes and escape. Hang there like fruit on my soul. Hang there until the tree dies. A rotten bark with little treasure inside.
This is my body and there is no remedy. Spill blood and war; break law custom breaker. Disorder. Rage. Discord. The steps where he stares from an unwanted host. Disorder. Disrepair. Rage and discord, horror and spoil, ruin and cruelty. The bloody steps of his unwanted host.
released July 16, 2012
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