Deliverance by Maniacal Escape

Apr 2023

Stupor putrefies.
Knees wobble and hands prostrate.
Spirit slows its breathing.
Beholden to the madness
Laity massed around.
Sip. Sip. Drip. Drip.
Pray the sun doesn't rise tomorrow.

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Maniacal Escape 30/M/lancashire

(30/M/lancashire)

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