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Feb 2019
Things are killing me and tearing me up,
Inside out,
Guts to eyes,
Wreck my vibe in discordant nights,
I’m afraid that I’ll loose control and take back my tar black crown.

I’m the ruler of a tainted empire,
I’m the saint that your mother warned you of,
I’ll cut you down and string you up along the forest paths.

I won’t cross my fingers cause I’m not scared to die,
Breaking bones,
Come on home,
I’ll hold you down and bruise your back,
You’re the victim of God tonight.

I’m the ruler of a tainted empire,
I’m the saint that your mother warned you of,
I’ll cut you down and string you up along the forest paths.

I’m just your average boy,
Black fingers and black roses,
Corrupted carnage carriages,
Scared for your family are you now?
I’ve the lord of your life,
Now kneel before I make you, my darlings...
Skyler M
Written by
Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
93
   Juneau
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