Oh doth thy father in heaven be so vile towards my delicate heart that hath been crushed numorous times before and now. That thine own hand may play thine own part causing thy dark and dancing clouds that which enters my lungs and leaves without a trace left. Oh come forth oh death that which dwells on thine earth so abundantly. Come forth and take thy quivering soul that lies within and be satisfied with thine job.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 23:00:53 +0000
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