"ammuke" poems
Living this life is a lie
I run away from the
criminals, and run into
The arms of the crew
We can run and will take
Care of there own,
We run into the night
From the angels and the
archangels and into the
Arms of the devil,
He comforts me as the
Demons and angels battle
For supreme power of the
Earth all you hear is the
Battle crys of the demons
The criminals run ammuke
As you look around and see
Blood and guts this is now the
Battle of the earth
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC