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Author: I.O.K.O
Fiction Rated: T - English - Supernatural/Angst - Published: 10-25-09 - Updated: 10-25-09 - Complete - id:2734700

Shane W.- Age: 21

25 October 2009

Devil's Machine

Hello there. Are you surprised?
I have found the Devil's machine;
it's something I have been working on for quite some time.
It is astronomically superior to the innocence which guides you.
This device is merely a dividend from all the morally corrupted.
You know this to be true- For I am an aborted fetus longing to be a child,
but I've been held subject to a mindless gas leak; a raped pillaging of hingsight,
But as the blood contorts my figure, I become a distorted blur crying, longing for the innocence.
Yes, the innocence of a child, but the pain receptors synapse, and they hurt sooooo good.
The Devil's machine is full of disparaging pleas, but it's an orgasmic feeling.
I am now the omega and the alpha- A fusion of potions of madness and the unknown.
Otherwordly deeds become darkened in my shrine of ignorance. I can no longer go back.
I'm brought too far to turn. My spite surpasses the combative nature of my inner child.
Once I'm placed in this metallic arachnid I become complacent with an aesthetically pleasing eye-
Though, it's not, for I am brought. I'm brought too far to turn. Savor death.



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