The maggots around your heart make themselves at home
**** the souls of the wicked and the ****** to stay alive
Let the blood run hot down your flimsy backbone held together by lies and deceit
Roll in the garbage of your riches and laugh as all the child scream
Throw them a bare bone and watch them fight as you you **** the witch that holds your power
She will get tired of holding you up
She will will not even be entertained when she throws your body into the flesh eating Bacteria
I will watch you rot, I will stroke your ego as you melt
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
The maggots around your heart make themselves at home
**** the souls of the wicked and the ****** to stay alive
Let the blood run hot down your flimsy backbone held together by lies and deceit
Roll in the garbage of your riches and laugh as all the child scream
Throw them a bare bone and watch them fight as you you **** the witch that holds your power
She will get tired of holding you up
She will will not even be entertained when she throws your body into the flesh eating Bacteria
I will watch you rot, I will stroke your ego as you melt
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