shook souls
calloused hands sunken in the blood trails of a hundred slain chimera
heartaches healed between cigarettes and sex
lives spent in coal, tar and an inexpensive mirth of stenched liquor
and the single malignant thought of anarchy
it takes a lot many deaths and a lot more dungeons to poetry
calloused hands sunken in the blood trails of a hundred slain chimera
heartaches healed between cigarettes and sex
lives spent in coal, tar and an inexpensive mirth of stenched liquor
and the single malignant thought of anarchy
it takes a lot many deaths and a lot more dungeons to poetry
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