My aesthetic is smoking cigarettes found on the ground and having a stomach ache because I'm in withdrawal.

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My aesthetic is smoking cigarettes found on the ground and having a stomach ache because I'm in withdrawal.
EDEN
(Your body belongs to God
Then to your father
then to your husband
but never to you)
All she loved she loved alone
She had never kissed, never felt, never known
the beauty in the body
of someone you loved
but sometimes she was tempted
by the apple on the tree
you know she’ll do anything to keep her purity
Eden, can’t you feel it’s the end ?
So why not surrender
to what you want
Eden, i don’t understand
you do not fear death
but you do fear God’s wrath
she believes satan needs love too
Even tho she had never sin, never knew
the sweet taste of the skin
of someone you loved
but some night she felt so unloved
yearns for the boys attention
but they’ll do anything to dirty her purity
Eden, can’t you feel it’s the end ?
So why not surrender
to what you want
Eden, i don’t understand
you do not fear death
but you do fear God’s wrath
tears and blood on a bulletproof vest men sleeping on each other’s chests between suffering and hatred so they forgot life was sacred but palms remember the outline of a gun forever
A flower made of bones angels of death come as drones You send your son and receive a wooden box and a blood-stained gun
They receive flowers as a reward Lucky ones also win a medal but nobody wins a war nobody escapes without scars the ground remembers the marks of bodies in the dirt
A flower made of bones angels of death come as drones You send your son and receive a wooden box and a blood-stained gun
they call them heroes ’cause they died but aren’t heroes supposed to survive? it’s just a meager consolation so you won’t start a revolution against the men who make wars
A flower made of bones angels of death come as drones You send your son and receive a wooden box and a blood-stained gun