Blood. Lust.
May our green GOD rain down upon us!
For many are not worth for such a note!
Our souls may be bought by such soles of dispair.
Dirt in our eyes, grey in our hair.
Now please pass out and fit yourselves in the straightjackets.
For we are mad!
Mad to not live to work ourselves to death!
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 1:54 PM UTC
Blood. Lust.
May our green GOD rain down upon us!
For many are not worth for such a note!
Our souls may be bought by such soles of dispair.
Dirt in our eyes, grey in our hair.
Now please pass out and fit yourselves in the straightjackets.
For we are mad!
Mad to not live to work ourselves to death!
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