MADE A HOLE IN MY FRONTAL LOBE SO THE PANIC LEAKS...
This is the altar, the one that you let me die in. On your knees. How you wept; Much like omertta. The quiet has shielded all intent on the ground it appears, like wrath avenging the lamb as bait in a bed of nails you made. Who made this effigy?
SLAGHTER HOUSE. Fake blood… Fake parts…
It + Gore. Intersex. ⚢.