She will blow soon
her heart of all explosions
she will burn and materialistically mane
mad sadness her middle name
Set the table
yes set the twelve
let play the lamb
lets see how far the ******** go
Sorry but I am not that one
oh you wan at game know my name
I was never one of you
and god by her never will be
I was made not born
and I am her baby
her warrior
and loyal friend
I fight for her
I would die for her
and I know
I know I will
My love
her power
my love
never ending love
Yes I am still ticking
and not like a finger licking chicken
nor a ward of madness
just of the dark and sadness
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
She will blow soon
her heart of all explosions
she will burn and materialistically mane
mad sadness her middle name
Set the table
yes set the twelve
let play the lamb
lets see how far the ******** go
Sorry but I am not that one
oh you wan at game know my name
I was never one of you
and god by her never will be
I was made not born
and I am her baby
her warrior
and loyal friend
I fight for her
I would die for her
and I know
I know I will
My love
her power
my love
never ending love
Yes I am still ticking
and not like a finger licking chicken
nor a ward of madness
just of the dark and sadness
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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