Horrid Sins
-Horrid Sins-
YOU!!!
Your sins are Horrid
So horrid
Talk to The Dark Sun
He’ll fix your horrid sins
They’re so horrid
Your sins are so horrid
Like a wingless bird flying in the dark sky
Your sins are so horrid
Like a fish swimming in an acid lake
Your sins are so horrid
Like a pot water that’s NOT BOILING
YOUR SINS ARE SO HORRID
You need to fix this
The Dark Sun will help
He’s the God O’ Dystopia
He’ll fix your sins
He caused the day to turn night
He blocked the sun
You fix your sins
Or you join the world
OF DYSTOPIA!!!
All because of your horrid sins
Copyright © Dylan Goomansingh | Year Posted 2019
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