The Unconscionable Surrounds Us

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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The unconscionable surrounds us it's a nightmare dream that enters thought and transpires to breathe and give birth and then live alongside us always hungry. Howling at the moon... It's the reprehensible of something evil that it will always somehow follow it's the thought that the inconceivable will one day cause us trouble? Always hungry, howling at the moon... It's the inacceptable truth, we'll lose ourselves or someone closer to a tragedy, leaving you a lot of broken glass a barefoot obstacle you just cannot pass. There isn't any use crawling or inconceivably guessing what will be manifest next because there's always a bear in the woods there's always a wolf at the door, and he's never far behind. Howling at the moon driving, you insane... The unconscionable he's stalking you he's howling at the moon wanting to break shadow and consume you wanting to devour you. Always hungry, howling at the moon... always hungry, howling at the moon... driving you insane, driving you insane not a moment too soon!

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