His pleasure for deafening my soul is so skillfully sick, carving his title into my heart gone stale for false religion
The Lord of lies filled to the brim with flies of his rot, beautified for entertainment of me, tonight.
I wane the the heart removed, from his "godly" essence I take all from the world he stole from me.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
His pleasure for deafening my soul is so skillfully sick, carving his title into my heart gone stale for false religion
The Lord of lies filled to the brim with flies of his rot, beautified for entertainment of me, tonight.
I wane the the heart removed, from his "godly" essence I take all from the world he stole from me.
