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Conceived at night, tomorrow be mourn Still and quiet, Wretch's babe be born Hex for hex, curse for curse The Witch's undoing shall be the worst May my friend Aim pay a visit May his screams be exquisite Father of dog food, husband of a Harlot Miraculous keeper of her loose undergarments May his eyes boil and his organs char Mere punishment for her promiscuous charm Child and homeless, she'll wonder through the dark Mere atonement for my aching heart
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
It's Still Not Enough
Conceived at night, tomorrow be mourn Still and quiet, Wretch's babe be born Hex for hex, curse for curse The Witch's undoing shall be the worst May my friend Aim pay a visit May his screams be exquisite Father of dog food, husband of a Harlot Miraculous keeper of her loose undergarments May his eyes boil and his organs char Mere punishment for her promiscuous charm Child and homeless, she'll wonder through the dark Mere atonement for my aching heart
By Tyler Castro Anger brings out the worst in people...
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
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