The sore of dread The victim’s fed Soulless eyes Miserable sighs Crying voices Ruined choices Filthy shaking soul Even the brave ain’t too bold The wretched sore Saturated to the core Cold winds of dread (well fear) Of the wretched and the dead The very sore jack cuts his core shades he adore cut in skulls forever more the very sore soulless misery (is) the score
Written by: Miza Nørrelund
Submitted by: miza_n on July 14, 2019
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