<![CDATA[Sire.69 - Stranica: Scraps]]>https://blog.sire69.art/s/scrapshttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!kUur!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0cb32d77-e394-4a87-b038-0c53b2e3b7b4_1280x1280.pngSire.69 - Stranica: Scrapshttps://blog.sire69.art/s/scrapsSubstackFri, 06 Nov 2026 09:14:25 GMT<![CDATA[Scour]]>https://blog.sire69.art/p/scourhttps://blog.sire69.art/p/scourSat, 15 Nov 2025 09:16:55 GMTThe statement of being,
vanishing every hour,
second by second.
The soul is to scour.
Only one thing, without a doubt,
is to be consistent—
the only evidence
that man has ever existed.

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No church, no religion,
no ideology, nor dope
can save you from your tragedy,
so give up on false hope.

We ain’t going to heaven—
don’t believe them, don’t believe their lies.
That’s the tool they use to control you.
Don’t you fear the land of flies?

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To this world we come alone,
and alone this world we leave.
We’re all gonna claim the throne—
it just stands there still, believe.

Temple of flesh
is not meant to last forever.
Light inside
is burning out.
Take a deep breath
and enjoy every second,
’cause that’s all you’ve got.

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Give back your flesh,
your perception—
you have to, you are bound.
Find peace in darkness
and its outstanding sound.


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