Color swirling in perfect shapes.
Music playing in perfect tune.
A place pretty and still,
but only to be taken and becomes a ****
The place not happy, no more.
Haunted by fear and monsters,
with eyes watching your every move.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.
YOU CAN NO LONGER ESCAPE THIS TRAGEDY AND GORE
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
Color swirling in perfect shapes.
Music playing in perfect tune.
A place pretty and still,
but only to be taken and becomes a ****
The place not happy, no more.
Haunted by fear and monsters,
with eyes watching your every move.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.
YOU CAN NO LONGER ESCAPE THIS TRAGEDY AND GORE
SO yeah pretty short...
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