ORPHANS WE SAVE

MR.apocalypse



We put them on the cross 
a crucifixion craze
Then we cut their tongues off 
Listen to their screams of pain
Orphans don't deserve to talk 
So id like to keep it that way 
Cut there heads off
Wrapped in bed cloth
With a swipe of my blade 
The blood was spilled 
Promise fulfilled
Now our sins are repaid
Were saved.

  • Author: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2022 12:15
  • Category: Forgiveness
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