Give me your vision
I crafted within you.
I’ll pick up my pen
Your dreams I’ll pursue.
If bloods what you seek
I’ll open my arms.
Is flesh what you want?
**** it, do harm.
**** me Crowley.
Make me moan.
For you see, I worship thee.
Burn me Crowley.
Burn me.
Give me my vision,
You crafted within me.
Deliver me Crowley
I’ll make it my mission.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
Give me your vision
I crafted within you.
I’ll pick up my pen
Your dreams I’ll pursue.
If bloods what you seek
I’ll open my arms.
Is flesh what you want?
**** it, do harm.
**** me Crowley.
Make me moan.
For you see, I worship thee.
Burn me Crowley.
Burn me.
Give me my vision,
You crafted within me.
Deliver me Crowley
I’ll make it my mission.
Not **** hurt if it gets deleted, I’m a dark ***** and understand some poetry is hard to stomach
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