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Hali

I know what I am, and so does he,
Beyond this mess of grey and pink.
He blames his God.
He asked why I don't worship her,
So I promised him:
When I sleep with God in the abyss
I will ask her what she hates most.
But if she knows what she has made,
I would already know the answer.

  • Author: Hali (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2020 22:26
  • Category: Religion
  • Views: 21
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