Self InsaneNo rose is without thorns. No self free from scorn. Who is to say who is right and who withstands the painful sightSelf Insane
of Self’s life dripping dry and who dares to ask Him why Those who fear rejection’s pain are bound to drive self-insane
Holy AbusersDark shadows pass before a pale moon, giving her the appearance of many selves by obscuring the whole. Perhaps this would remind a contemplative observer of one’s self. The act of showing the world many different selves is a common ritual amongst all society, spanning throughout history. From whom do we learn this popular dance? Our Holy Abusers. Aye, Holy Abuser’s. These are our protectors, our nurturers, the epitome of Man and Woman. These who beat, molest, rape, emotionally degrade in one passing of a shadow. As the darkness clears away, the light of tHoly Abusers
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*I hear the wind call my name... a sound so strong... calls me home again..*
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For Eternity ...
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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welcome to deviantART, a little belated, but still a welcoming i extend to you
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:: awake and ever-dreaming ::
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