my gold ammunition, — music
dealers, — all music platforms

any intrusive thought is killed
as the generic of genre claim

grim loneliness and sufferance
bleed happiness for fear of me

nightmares pretend in an instant
of being just a marvelous dream

am love, i murder all bad things
[————][in you…]

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