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Fear is in the eyes of the beholder.
Unseen scenes make screams seem to come from rational minds…
But blasphemy rides on the hides of three sided lies.
Truth, untruth, seven sly sleuths of gangrene elves playing flutes on Anubis’ tomb.
Swing set squeaks chime in my night.
Night?
Was time even existing at that time?
My loose hand sends shivers down my spine of a recovered existence in a spray painted picture on Venice Beach.
My creator wears a gas mask so this world must really be fucked.

Description
Fear is in the eyes of the beholder.
Unseen scenes make screams seem to come from rational minds…
But blasphemy rides on the hides of three sided lies.
Truth, untruth, seven sly sleuths of gangrene elves playing flutes on Anubis’ tomb.
Swing set squeaks chime in my night.
Night?
Was time even existing at that time?
My loose hand sends shivers down my spine of a recovered existence in a spray painted picture on Venice Beach.
My creator wears a gas mask so this world must really be fucked.