After many season of wrongs, comes the righteousness storm
Beginning the end of all in any malicious form
The squall of virtue conquers the lingering souls
Destroying all things devious with its gusty hyperbole
Lest some tyrant hold you by the scruff
Turning your lusterless cheek into toxic crimson
You don’t die of it, for death brings salvation
Stuck in a dreadful loop of living and the dead
Is the best you can get,
They will tell you are human, but ask for your humanity in return
Don’t think about that, just get rid of the **** blood stains,
Leave no clues behind
**** them softly,
Look into their eyes, when they die
And leave before the light spills in those dark alleys.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
After many season of wrongs, comes the righteousness storm
Beginning the end of all in any malicious form
The squall of virtue conquers the lingering souls
Destroying all things devious with its gusty hyperbole
Lest some tyrant hold you by the scruff
Turning your lusterless cheek into toxic crimson
You don’t die of it, for death brings salvation
Stuck in a dreadful loop of living and the dead
Is the best you can get,
They will tell you are human, but ask for your humanity in return
Don’t think about that, just get rid of the **** blood stains,
Leave no clues behind
**** them softly,
Look into their eyes, when they die
And leave before the light spills in those dark alleys.
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