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Poll Results
| Option | Votes |
| Scornful gods haggle for my soul | 2 |
| The regurgitation of my micro nemesis | 2 |
| Bleed, it says, bleed you will | 1 |
| Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged | 1 |
| The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane | 1 |
| The definitive scourge of its mockery | 1 |
| The end-art instruments lethality attained | 1 |
| The implement, the device of my extinction | 0 |
| Heed, it commands, heed my will | 0 |
| Beams of fire sweep through my head | 0 |
| Falling into the clarity of undoing | 0 |
| Minds eye flickers and delegates as I let go | 0 |
| Taunting whispers accompany my deletion | 0 |
| A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper | 0 |
| As death-induced mechanics propel its growth | 0 |
| So futile any resisting tension | 0 |
| Sensory receptors succumb | 0 |
| I am no one now, agony | 0 |
| My crimson liquid so frantically spilled | 0 |
| The ruby fluid of life unleashed | 0 |
| Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes | 0 |
| Their red pens drawing at random, at will | 0 |
| A myriad pains begotten in their wake | 0 |
| The bastard spawn of a mutinous self | 0 |
| Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom | 0 |
| Malfunction the means for its ascent | 0 |
| Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul | 0 |
| Chanting softly the song of depletion | 0 |
― IF (Terrorist) Yes, Explain (man alive), Thursday, 30 November 2017 20:04 (six years ago) link
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