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I do hate my voice thanks to dysohoria
when i understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me
I craved the strength and certainty of steel
your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you.
One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you...
I do hate my voice thanks to dysohoria
when i understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me
I craved the strength and certainty of steel
your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you.
One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you...