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Faith was the football, then you twisted my ankle in spite
Treacherous
i am the swaying broken bridge
parched wooden planks
before the desert filled with sinking sand
to your sweet sweet promised land
hold your holy handbooks close
these steep rocky canyon cliffs
are killers in the dark
your crumbling kingdom calls for their savior
but it's a sight to see the righteous run away
i am the swaying broken bridge
parched wooden planks
before the desert filled with sinking sand
to your sweet sweet promised land
hold your holy handbooks close
these steep rocky canyon cliffs
are killers in the dark
your crumbling kingdom calls for their savior
but it's a sight to see the righteous run away
Published 14th Jan 2018
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14th Jan 2018 10:00pm
damn it Samael nailed to the cross
never to be resurrected is this ending
you hammered it home..
"your crumbling kingdom calls for their savior
but it's a sight to see the righteous run away"
in awe of you dear poet..
love Raven
never to be resurrected is this ending
you hammered it home..
"your crumbling kingdom calls for their savior
but it's a sight to see the righteous run away"
in awe of you dear poet..
love Raven
15th Jan 2018 00:54am
