2d
You are rotting from the core
The sphere of your home
Is rotting your flesh body
All that is left is a fragile shell
Of ruptured bleeding porcelain skin
It is the sin, it is the sin
The sphere of your home
Is rotting your flesh body
All that is left is a fragile shell
Of ruptured bleeding porcelain skin
It is the sin, it is the sin
(F)
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