Bad In the Middle
no praise to hell or heaven
will save or damn my soul
No guidance from above
No deals made below
You faultless dieties and demons
I will will make you pay
The armour that protects itself
Rue the day
You threw freewill this way
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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