I am the doctor of death
I am the sister of crime
I am the wind in the willows
Tis I the butcher of swine
For those for dispize me I am discreteful and for those do surprise me I am deceitful and for those who do not listen in my hands their skulls will glisten for deaths fury does not compare to mine. It creeps and chokes like a whispering vine slowly taking over till the end of time.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
I am the doctor of death
I am the sister of crime
I am the wind in the willows
Tis I the butcher of swine
For those for dispize me I am discreteful and for those do surprise me I am deceitful and for those who do not listen in my hands their skulls will glisten for deaths fury does not compare to mine. It creeps and chokes like a whispering vine slowly taking over till the end of time.
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