the riddle of its ties
lies in the reels of her thighs
an event of demonic rise
temptation of an occult order a device
all the truth hides behind her eyes
her eyes bleed black lies
the brightness of clarity divulges spies
and knowing the game you'll know why
why they want to shackle the man who tells no lies
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
the riddle of its ties
lies in the reels of her thighs
an event of demonic rise
temptation of an occult order a device
all the truth hides behind her eyes
her eyes bleed black lies
the brightness of clarity divulges spies
and knowing the game you'll know why
why they want to shackle the man who tells no lies
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