Bloomy as it seems the road to perdition
Hastening, excitingly
we match on in a Merry
Thought we toll in a roll to heaven
Little do we know that we sojourn down to
Hell.
At sights we see tormenting pleasures
A glance or twice
couldn't quench our urges
Its succulent touch mount in deep to our soul
Little do we know
That we re riding down to hell
The merry that flows through our vein in oneness
The lap dance that stir up intriguing moments
Driving our thoughts towards the gate of Hails
Little do we know that we head to an Halt
As time passes by,distance wails
Awaken me
And alas, it dawn on me
that those that we ride
Are but no more
The pleasure got cut with aching teeth gnashing in distress
The intrigue moments fades at I stare
At the gate of shadow
Locked with doom, agony and despair.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Bloomy as it seems the road to perdition
Hastening, excitingly
we match on in a Merry
Thought we toll in a roll to heaven
Little do we know that we sojourn down to
Hell.
At sights we see tormenting pleasures
A glance or twice
couldn't quench our urges
Its succulent touch mount in deep to our soul
Little do we know
That we re riding down to hell
The merry that flows through our vein in oneness
The lap dance that stir up intriguing moments
Driving our thoughts towards the gate of Hails
Little do we know that we head to an Halt
As time passes by,distance wails
Awaken me
And alas, it dawn on me
that those that we ride
Are but no more
The pleasure got cut with aching teeth gnashing in distress
The intrigue moments fades at I stare
At the gate of shadow
Locked with doom, agony and despair.
Seven devils bound the wretch with nine cords, and dragged him from the road to heaven, in which he had professed to walk, and ****** him through the back-door into hell. Mind that back-way to hell!!
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