View in Instagram The Center The eye of the storm… The main attraction… The focus of attention… We want to be… We need to be… Then we forget about… The others around us… This is social media… The core of self proclamation… To be gods of likes… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Opticus Demonicus We see everything… All that is wrong… All that are mistakes… Burdened by tempestuous thinking We crowned ourselves as kings Knowledgeable in all ways In all ways, Social Media 24 hours glaring infects From selfsucking platforms Swiping our way to the top In the end we are nothing A pawn
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View in Instagram Wrath Anger in my veins Consuming my being Devouring my inside I scream blood I scream vengeance I am no longer human My appetite for chaos dictates my need, my want I shall eat your souls Gnaw until they fester Feast on your sorrows I am hatred manifested I am your dead
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View in Instagram We are Born Evil We think of our beginning… Did God create us… Or we came from a bacteria… None of that matters… We are nothing like other animals… They thrive to survive… We live to destroy… We are evil… from the start… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Wicked Quote: Day 2 Honesty is the Best Fallacy We all lie. No one is Honest… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Time is Cold Nothing much to be written… It’s just my way of twisting the mind to see the reality of Time… You can never own it… and it will screw you.. whenever … So fuck it! – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram The Boatman It’s time to cross.. To the other side Where darkness shines And the light hides… I will guide you Till your life fades Into the River Styx To the belly of Hades.. – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Thornament Cut ’em down… Cut ’em down These thorns hinder my sight They darkened all the light Lift up your sickle up right Wave it by the rays of the sun Break these infectious blight Put ’em on, Leave ’em on These thorns, my ornament These demons, my ligament Ripping me in
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View in Instagram I and Faith Have Faith… On which faith… So many religions So many Gods So many prophets and so many puppets Pray… just pray Kneel all day… In gold churches In tainted chapels Save your soul In a toilet bowl – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Disgust Inside and out And everithing about Politics is rotten Worse than chaos Haven for greed Feeds on the needs Selfish service On a pound of feces They’re all the same Playing this game – Poetic Dustbin
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