A Common Place
Are you sure you want the truth?
purgatory and torment may be unleash
A childs crys hollow in the wind
As you try to hide from your sin
A hidden horror is rigth next door
They search for self satisfaction and nothing more
A commonplace of bitterness is forage
your conscience sceam intill its hoarse
Copyright © Marco Alamilla | Year Posted 2009
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