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out for me - prime sinister lyrics

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the following takes place in an alternative universe called ‘rage’, in which the common tongue is syllablism, or the act of speaking only in related, corresponding words. the people of this world eat and drink, forget and forgive, repair and destroy like we do, except this world offers them more. like how the brain only operates at 5%, so does our world and the sp*ce in which it exists. the people of rage operate at 100, and so their story will be told in a hundred portions. i lived there for 6 months myself, but was released onto earth when my existence became known. there, i am known as patient zero. here, i am just a writer, and so here i will tell their stories

short of bite
he’s marauding with the sword of might, sporting mics and an awful chortle for the portal flight
he was mourning the thesaurus he was born to write, scornful*like, he’d deform enormously in morning light
he’d escort the court performer for the slaughter type [dormant*like], saw the light with the sort of slaughter of a walter white
he was normal in his formal right to dawdle with the portions and morsels of this mortally important night

poison chalice
he’s poised to foil the immortal callous portal that would court the maliced chortles of a formal palace
he was morsels of a mortal that had thought had managed normal with the sort of palette coursing in a warbled ballad
he’s awarded rabid choruses of war and acid, snorting in the porous magic, sourcing it in portioned static
he’s automatic with his sureness and his roaring tragic shortage of importance, classics orbiting his raw fanatics

out for me
it was the fountain or the balcony, how can he surround the insurmountable with falconry?
he’s held accountable for mountains of his palpably uncountable and bountiful pr*nouncements of his alchemy

out for me
it was the fountain or the balcony, how can he surround the insurmountable with falconry?
he’s held accountable for mountains of his palpably uncountable and bountiful pr*nouncements of his alchemy

type a psalm
he was a writer with a fighter’s arm, vital charm tightens in his iris as his lighter calms
he was enlightened on the eyeless, the papyrus farms, tyrant smarm and the light aquinas with the finest garm
he was describing the presiding of a rising palm slicing that’s enticing the environment of heightened charm
they’re abiding by the pirate of the brightest qualm, slightest harm minuses the virus as the violence calms
vanquisher
he was enamoured with the trafficker of malice in the palace through the channels of an aquifer
it’s a palette that was tacit in its calibre, facets of his valour from the travels of his character
he’s attacking with the callousness of salinger, challenging a maverick in annals of an amateur
he’s a catholic that hammered the parameters of balance in a ballad that was stammered in a massacre

out for me
it was the fountain or the balcony, how can he surround the insurmountable with falconry?
he’s held accountable for mountains of his palpably uncountable and bountiful pr*nouncements of his alchemy

out for me
it was the fountain or the balcony, how can he surround the insurmountable with falconry?
he’s held accountable for mountains of his palpably uncountable and bountiful pr*nouncements of his alchemy

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