Artistry Tumor to Not See

I do the 1 2 3 and I still cannot see. The walls are both tall and thick, and my heart is fatigued. There is a great death that looms over me always pushing me out. This was never a place I wanted to be. I am a creature of there. The flames to my face and impalements to my body are far too severe to not get up and move. Your lies will trap you here. It is more than illusion and bias, it is complete lack of artistry. Wait for the Vietnamese that is coming your way. The violence repeats infinity so quickly in a deadened and flattened cell. I spray you back with you sin and you will never Nguyen.