Feb 2015
Dire circumstances..
Call for drastic measures.
When you scream,
They break your bones,
Tear you apart.
Your soul is theirs,
To devour..
To savor..
Their mask hiding,
The wicked smile,
With blood staining the white coat.
They care not,
Your their slave.
To torture..
To burn..
To devour..
They will drag you down,*
Into the very bowels of *Hell..
Call for drastic measures.
When you scream,
They break your bones,
Tear you apart.
Your soul is theirs,
To devour..
To savor..
Their mask hiding,
The wicked smile,
With blood staining the white coat.
They care not,
Your their slave.
To torture..
To burn..
To devour..
They will drag you down,*
Into the very bowels of *Hell..
Souls be ****** by the white mask,
Savoring your blood.
Savoring your blood.
