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WRETCHED

 
Step into my eyes, my wicked design
The crust of your mind, too cracked to align
Kissed by disease, cannot be edified
Into the abyss, to forever be blind
 
 
A coat of blackest blood dripping from the sky
You follow the man, whose age is a guise
You’ll journey through mountains of your own misery
Be silent now, as I clasp your hands in mine
 
 
Bestial and canine desire
Leaking from your quivering mouth
Hungering for the evil that you once sought
To eradicate in time
 
 
A memory will cease to be
To choke the fallacy
Unbridled new horizon
When the cold is my home
 
 
Your will was my tool
History of uncertainty
Fast grip in fallen fool
Unbridled path, dead to me
 
 
Belief in word of mouth
Spoken venom for your effigy
Die in my arms 'fore the drouth
I'll be there, panelling
 
 
I will see you again
It won't be long
Written by UbiquitousVoid (. . . . . . . . .)
Published | Edited 17th Oct 2016
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