soothing hymns of revival
sweet rejoice
brisk waves of air brush my face
faint, almost eerie, moans line the coffin
the body covered in the pain of millions
clothed by the weak
the strong project sin unto the carcass
forcing a much faster deterioration
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
soothing hymns of revival
sweet rejoice
brisk waves of air brush my face
faint, almost eerie, moans line the coffin
the body covered in the pain of millions
clothed by the weak
the strong project sin unto the carcass
forcing a much faster deterioration
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