A blackened thorn upon the side
Of roses bright and red
Demonic leech, born to beseech
From the living 'til the dead
With blackened scales and blackened heart
Born to steal and then depart
To fiery fabled deaths
Sorrow left for the undeserving
Spouting flames and condemnation
Foretelling omnipotent tales of crooked nations
Sapping from the world around
Never to understand views upside-down.
Mental dead in empty head
Unaware to sprout despair
But shadowed in the night
Too well hidden to be cut out
And made right as deserved.
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Writing from experience or too much Judas Priest? 8D
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I want me two balls of gluuuuuueeeeee to be my friend.
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I want me two balls of gluuuuuueeeeee to be my friend.
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