Wolves Den



The cult of Mommaconda

the insanity snake laid its eggs

birthing all sorts of ill creatures

disassociated running on chicken legs

preying on morals and principal preachers

headless maniacs go round and round

movements, secrets, wishes and dreams

evading responsibility just fuck and rebound

take it from behind, shshshshshsh

Keep the schemes


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