Like a child cross deceptive
They like punishment before it falls to the awareness
to lie
laugh shadows of our madness
suffer despite everything
yet spit angel on the ravens
Lapi always fleeting past pain
before burning wildly absurd like a red heart
has a variation of cleaning our despair
O kusicie shadows
invariably transient destruction of lies ...
They suffer from slow
naively as it hides the wolf of desperation to our...