Welcome to the death square dance !
give bucolic hours of may
bunch of greenish trance
gush of sputum spray !
Time to deal with the angel
the end ringing the bell !
Ominous destiny sign tatoo
sweet cadavers dressing blue
ready made for flies , cartoonist
a taste of hell over the list !
Your pandemic look
makes me puke !
- Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 4th, 2023 05:45
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Comments3
Dark and powerful.
Times no longer smell like violets...
C'est vraiment puissant!
et sombre aussi !
Manifesting.
Inner voices.
Yes, but all are responsible for their choices.
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