Delectable
Flesh of his people tearing from the bone,
The soul seeps as the devil feasts for the heathonous shall moan ,
For the King of the wicked shall set on his throne,
World left burning with a chilling tone,
Gifts for the vile for he who sleeps
To the wickedest of wisdom that turned them to sheep
For the mother and children were left alone
For the clock that had broken shall turn them to stone…
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Me Me | Year Posted 2025
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