In robes of hate they walk around the hideous valleys inside their heads found With unfastened restraint and presumptuous minds entombed in their hearts lie unspeakable crimes They live by the sword and will die by it too, this sort of breed, that we all know who I dare not waste more luminous rhyme they're not worth this ink nor our precious time
Friday
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 Comments:
Post a Comment