Emotionally disturbed from a trauma in life, expect to other people, seems rather trife
dedicated to uncertain future ahead, leading to what, has not come instead.
continue my friend, intricately send, a message to Rome or Venice
travel under the bridge of sighs, on a barge sending death to Clarice
the body of love entwined in a corpse with a demon that grasps at your soul
bereaved as loss of one so fraught, vine round a neck passionately sought
possession from hell taking evil desire to the lake of descent and burning in fire
hung from a gibbet, bodily bruised, went straight to heaven, the lords angels amused
people detest every fibre of breath that comes from your mouth and out of your chest
Satan has lost the right to the soul of a person who's life's captivated to hell.
traitorously tricked, forgiveness in sin, demon in hell, in spirit his win.
Sunday, 6 November 2011
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