I Write Poetry
I watch the devil raise its sword.
Scorn your protector whores.
I laugh as he raises the blade.
I hope he twists it.
Suffer now
Filth and damnation of no light.
Contaminate each other.
Your vows mean nothing to you.
I walk away knowing.
But I am free.
Scorn your protector whores.
I laugh as he raises the blade.
I hope he twists it.
Suffer now
Filth and damnation of no light.
Contaminate each other.
Your vows mean nothing to you.
I walk away knowing.
But I am free.