• psyketz666 41w

    The moon dripped the shine
    Onto the land that once was fine
    Now the best of the worst is a ruler
    It was going to happen
    Later or sooner.

    As the hope dissolves into the mist
    The serpent lying within hissed
    Spitting the poison rusting the mind
    Black veil draping
    Third eye is going blind.

    And so the show will come to an end
    There are some demons I'd like to send
    Flowers will wilt as I walk by
    I'm the one who lurks in nightmares
    I'm the wolf's cry.


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