Tonight I hang,
Myself yoga doppelgänger prayer paper folded clip hand pose over, Triple poison word fed edge of illusion dose left us in the shadows of contempt's vermilion sea of regret where the shores of the obsidian unexplanitory obsidian self explosion hole take the heart in a silent righteous choke noose rope hold, Never letting go... Save for the brink of truth or death.
In earnest anticipation of,
Friday, March 21, 2014
Obstructing Injustice II
Posted by The Villain at 12:00 AM
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