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Is it a curse? Or is it for the worst? Bursting out of the seams of which the demons derive from me..... Thee of which I cannot name forever shames me that I have pained plain as day, did I pray for all of my demons to simply go away.... gluttony and guilt filled my chalice pilfering me to take the golden malice and though my parlous led me to life my demons stick true to my fiendish delight Might you say I was one in the few who overthrew a king yet still, I was out-ruled How cruel of me, Im sorry to say did my actions beseech thine overlay Ah of course, mellow I was as I rode your stolen horse into the fight of a thousand years war did you hollow out a mighty boor more cannon fodder to cover your floor but of course you shielded your eyes from the ****** fires lit through the night sky because of your wrath that you have placed your demons shall follow all throughout your place.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
Demons
Is it a curse? Or is it for the worst? Bursting out of the seams of which the demons derive from me..... Thee of which I cannot name forever shames me that I have pained plain as day, did I pray for all of my demons to simply go away.... gluttony and guilt filled my chalice pilfering me to take the golden malice and though my parlous led me to life my demons stick true to my fiendish delight Might you say I was one in the few who overthrew a king yet still, I was out-ruled How cruel of me, Im sorry to say did my actions beseech thine overlay Ah of course, mellow I was as I rode your stolen horse into the fight of a thousand years war did you hollow out a mighty boor more cannon fodder to cover your floor but of course you shielded your eyes from the ****** fires lit through the night sky because of your wrath that you have placed your demons shall follow all throughout your place.
follow your dreams dont be a demon
tyler-james-roberts
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
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