In this darkened hour, a chill will **** a flower.
The clock stands still in freight, when your standing in the darkest night.
Patiently waiting to make his move, the poisonous snake takes his bite.
Hungary shadows begin to lurk amongst its prey,
Until the fear has driven you to fray.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
In this darkened hour, a chill will **** a flower.
The clock stands still in freight, when your standing in the darkest night.
Patiently waiting to make his move, the poisonous snake takes his bite.
Hungary shadows begin to lurk amongst its prey,
Until the fear has driven you to fray.
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