Seven sins cyclically
Cycling sinister
Signs in the night sky
They look all identical
Death sits at my door
With sharp scythes so silver full
I wait in my bed
With sighs for a miracle
Happened so quickly
Brush fired basilica
Falling like leaves in the
Autumn breeze coup d'etat
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Seven sins cyclically
Cycling sinister
Signs in the night sky
They look all identical
Death sits at my door
With sharp scythes so silver full
I wait in my bed
With sighs for a miracle
Happened so quickly
Brush fired basilica
Falling like leaves in the
Autumn breeze coup d'etat
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