Created in the land of the valley of death two Mexican Devils came clawing, ripping their way up my legs slicing at my back and plonked themselves, one on each shoulder.
Undeterred I carried on unable to shake the pesky Devils off.
Tortured subliminal screams enrolled upon thy cranium as they declared their evil intent.
Go down that alley!
Snort the powder!
Nick that watch!
Steal that bag!
**** em!
**** em all!
I was a mere puppet allowing a dark shadow to descend like a loose veil over my mug.
The little ******** dribbled, bit, gnawed, scratched and tortured my very fabric to get their own way.
Eventually their habits became mine.
I became them.
Tres Diablos with no Angels to save us from our life of sin dragged into the valley of death once again.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 3:59 AM UTC
Created in the land of the valley of death two Mexican Devils came clawing, ripping their way up my legs slicing at my back and plonked themselves, one on each shoulder.
Undeterred I carried on unable to shake the pesky Devils off.
Tortured subliminal screams enrolled upon thy cranium as they declared their evil intent.
Go down that alley!
Snort the powder!
Nick that watch!
Steal that bag!
**** em!
**** em all!
I was a mere puppet allowing a dark shadow to descend like a loose veil over my mug.
The little ******** dribbled, bit, gnawed, scratched and tortured my very fabric to get their own way.
Eventually their habits became mine.
I became them.
Tres Diablos with no Angels to save us from our life of sin dragged into the valley of death once again.
