In the end

Saxon Crow

So what's in it for me?

I have never known

Despite all I've heard

And all I've been shown

It's a lie, like a promise

That can never be kept

A guarantee of patience 

I cannot accept

What's in it for me?

The only way I'll know

Is to eat the fucking thing

But there's no toad in the hole!

 

 

  • Author: Saxon Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2025 01:56
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