Saint sickle give us a tickle by Maniacal Escape

Aug 2020

Our lives are far from home.
You seek truth inside the tomes.
Our lives are leaking outward.
I'm stuck here with your anemia.
I pray to the altar of the blade God.

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Maniacal Escape 30/M/lancashire

(30/M/lancashire)

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