We all became the monsters we swore to ****
Even those known for their iron will
All soilders die to serve a new ruler
Noone knows war quite like Lucifer
I deal with catastrophes all on my own
This is the curse of traveling alone
But a reason to keep moving is in my posession
“Suicide makes a poor final confession”
All are welcome in the arms of their captor
Heaven was never once in the picture
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
We all became the monsters we swore to ****
Even those known for their iron will
All soilders die to serve a new ruler
Noone knows war quite like Lucifer
I deal with catastrophes all on my own
This is the curse of traveling alone
But a reason to keep moving is in my posession
“Suicide makes a poor final confession”
All are welcome in the arms of their captor
Heaven was never once in the picture
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