Now I can see your face turning, Cradling a wounded pig
"Nothing more or less a parasite"
Burning in the world you lost, the world you shit upon,
The faceless rats we are, being raped by headless snakes
Bathe in our own blood and filth,
"Nothing more or less a parasite"
Faceless rat fucked by a headless snake
the night illuminated by fire
We are now serving our fate
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Burning Crow (
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reminds me of cradle of filth 😉 i know that probably isn't what you were going for but that is what crossed my mind....interesting read!
No it wasn't what I was going for lol but I can certainly see were you are coming from. Maybe I was writing from a similar place Dani does who knows 😉. Thanks for reading and commenting anyway much appreciated.
you got it 🙂
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