Washed up on the shores of life
His sorrows just begun
He lost his life and family
While wallowing in the ****
Too late now the dog you beat
He’s tasted blood before
Lust stabs deep the hungry beast
Rots his very core…
No rest for the wicked
And the millstone ceased to grind
Tear the poor sap open
And there’s no telling what you’ll find…
Blinded now Oh Jezebel
She wonders why you weep
Taking aim to avenge
The heartaches that she seeks…
Denial won’t hide the feelings inside
For the victims that you’ve slain
Therefore he’s become the whipping boy
And she’s become deranged…
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
Washed up on the shores of life
His sorrows just begun
He lost his life and family
While wallowing in the ****
Too late now the dog you beat
He’s tasted blood before
Lust stabs deep the hungry beast
Rots his very core…
No rest for the wicked
And the millstone ceased to grind
Tear the poor sap open
And there’s no telling what you’ll find…
Blinded now Oh Jezebel
She wonders why you weep
Taking aim to avenge
The heartaches that she seeks…
Denial won’t hide the feelings inside
For the victims that you’ve slain
Therefore he’s become the whipping boy
And she’s become deranged…
WHAT?
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