Filth, by Joe davis |
In the after math Of the unholy Union With Vengeance and Wrath Leaving no illusion Built for Carnage Conceived in filth Grinning and retarded Legend and myth The wretched and Wicked They Set and wait Beautiful and deflected Consumed by hate |
Posted: 2018-08-19 09:55:58 UTC |
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