Feb 2019
Deep in the woods
there is a land of falsehoods.
The weight of regret vacillate.
A land to create.
I feel odium in this land.
Lost souls that planed,
planed to cross over.
Wanting to takeover.
there is a land of falsehoods.
The weight of regret vacillate.
A land to create.
I feel odium in this land.
Lost souls that planed,
planed to cross over.
Wanting to takeover.
