Lesions from battle
Scars of attacks
Legions of Infiltrators
Knife you in the back.
No one is left simple, pure or devout.
Capturing the unsuspecting before they. Could run out.
Run. Run. Run out and away. There is no love for you here today.
It comesfir you when it pleases, not when you are deserving.
This long life of mine feels so disturbing.
Im tired of defending my borders and standing face to face with tyrrants.
I should just fall indefeat, et i never have stayed down.
I have felt the urge to stay on my feet.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
Lesions from battle
Scars of attacks
Legions of Infiltrators
Knife you in the back.
No one is left simple, pure or devout.
Capturing the unsuspecting before they. Could run out.
Run. Run. Run out and away. There is no love for you here today.
It comesfir you when it pleases, not when you are deserving.
This long life of mine feels so disturbing.
Im tired of defending my borders and standing face to face with tyrrants.
I should just fall indefeat, et i never have stayed down.
I have felt the urge to stay on my feet.
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