Sven Even Seven
Shadows which walks,
silent.
Are choiced not to talk.
Stabbed in her heart,
very violent.
Grey is the silver lining
of my blood.
I am fevered by the
reverted.
Payback will be the
revenge on black.
I will never defend.
I will never receive
what was never send.
Coffin to offend my end.
Treasured to be sunk.
Sink the weak to be
pleasured.
Underneath the cover.
Crave the crazy smiles.
Of the wicket.
Simple sided sickle.
Sick means six before
seven.
Same to hells gate
behind heaven.
Unsuccessfully sixed.
By Sick Six and her Sven
Even Seven daughters.
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