"centiped" poems
Centiped.
I need Centiped.
For **** the flower who hurt me.
For the glory of misery
Did you one time dreaming just one time to shot the people ?
The stupide people
Do you love the hate ?
Yeah this dark power inside your heart
You have ******** when you heard he's voice
Centiped coming.
You
Need
It
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC