Blood on the Trigger by Ryxn Kelley
ººHave΄ u accepted JEsüsღ into ̑̑ ͜ ͡¶ ™҉ ͡° ͜ ͡* ͏ jesuƒ grØups ∆
in that crushed place within our soul the flowers of.
ღ, t҉҉rtug҉r says we live beneath a perfidious black sun burning cancer upon t҉he ̑world. tortured souls in torment, and the child is-
CSB forming in rusty spools of thread (memories and dreams), to be wrapped in ̑grey tarp.
waiting in the wings, waiting. lay with me.
the nightmares of mankind.
garbage soul ash eternitatii. homeless abuse. no voice but years of’ silence, crawling with hands around your ankles, dragging you down.
you wake up on the sidewalk, trembling, caked in blood, surrounded by a dozen bloody bodies all ̑folded over. been ̑2b ̶ hacked by teenagers or something sღḙмere.
fantasy is reality and you’ve been bitten by a radioactive ultra-homie. fantasy gacked by reality.
my name is EYE cღean i wanna be a ̑hundred bibles when i’m a feƒenomena enreddening, slithering between yOur brain and shadle. three cheers for hard vapes. the tƶɑrget’s face flushes with cold blood
, ҉frozen. iiaƒage raps at the door of уour brain…
push it down, ̑i imagιned …
you recalƖ your unconscious pαrts. oh bαby shed y0ur s҉epmpсƖeƖds.