Lying within the tormented hands.
Evil forces are the coils and bands.
The gift of life that's set adrift.
Bad soul, dark deeds and a mental rift.
With the pain of others there are pleasures.
Every horrific act opens sadistic treasures.
Purity, terror and dangling of the last breath.
I am strangler, I bring only death.
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Author:
AgingWings22 (
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- Category: Gothic
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