say no to armageddon
some day we might get them
i'll be armed to the last minute
and everything but us is shining
ripping through our stomach lining
we'll look up to discover
the truth that revealed itself
a door to someone's heart
opening up somewhere
beyond a gaping monitor
a waterfall of despair
the sweat of god will pour
ceaselessly, ceaselessly
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continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun