There’s no flesh, my own ghost awaits. Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state. Lust, sloth, not my only sins. It’s just how, when it’s time, on a degredation trip… Jerry Cantrell View high resolution

There’s no flesh, my own ghost awaits. Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state. Lust, sloth, not my only sins. It’s just how, when it’s time, on a degredation trip… Jerry Cantrell

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