Wrote With Twitch

Lest wright something dark in the dead of night were fear takes flight A collective poem of two dark minds brings to life that witch only shadows can find It is their two dark minds shall feast on our nightmare that are unleashes as you lay in bead no covers over your head can save your the mayhem unleashed The pains of witch you know are seeped deep with in sorrow You can not run you can not hide we will get you its only a matter of time in the alleys we do hide under your feet we do lie in sewer drains we are kings with gosh and nasty things to intrigue your minds we summon all the kids to find the things that mack us towel and try in this land of rotting flesh that will be the end of your demise yet your soul shale rest with in are eyes well skin your flesh from your bones a corpus puppet we will hide in to wreck havoc on the loved once you once cherished well rome the world in your skin a moving home for maggots to fest in how eals do you think cereal killers disappear with out being found pounding hammers like a foeged in your mind keeping at bay he souls that you cant find these pieces of personality that have been secreted away hided with out light they scream and cry thought fright a hell so strange not even the devil can ranee with out use being there would be no pain you have chosen this path by eating the fruit's of wisdom that god had demand unholy so he sent us to reclaim that is his but we turned on hims taking it for are own now no god can save you this is are home are rightfully kingdom we do own
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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