Burn, fire. Burn.
Spread thy blaze upon broken *******
Of meek men and woeful women.
Cast thy roaring flames into their sore hearts,
For no longer shall they lend submission
To the cold deceits of their perdition.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
Burn, fire. Burn.
Spread thy blaze upon broken *******
Of meek men and woeful women.
Cast thy roaring flames into their sore hearts,
For no longer shall they lend submission
To the cold deceits of their perdition.
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