Shame me to the crowd
drown me into the pit of mud
destroy my weaknesses
lead me into your endless wickedness
If all of this things will satisfies you, then you wont hear a word from me.
But, my dear remember this
All of this things will be a mark of your disgrace.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Shame me to the crowd
drown me into the pit of mud
destroy my weaknesses
lead me into your endless wickedness
If all of this things will satisfies you, then you wont hear a word from me.
But, my dear remember this
All of this things will be a mark of your disgrace.
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