Flowers whither in my hands
time pulverized to grains of sand
I make walls fall within my presence
I'll stomp your faith with no repentance
I take love and make it sour
Create eons within an hour
Any taste
I will make ash
Paint your life white
and laugh unabashed
Im the warden
who made sin
as matters worsen
inch by inch
I will miscreate these stints
with my Midas touch of ****
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Flowers whither in my hands
time pulverized to grains of sand
I make walls fall within my presence
I'll stomp your faith with no repentance
I take love and make it sour
Create eons within an hour
Any taste
I will make ash
Paint your life white
and laugh unabashed
Im the warden
who made sin
as matters worsen
inch by inch
I will miscreate these stints
with my Midas touch of ****
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