Categories > Original > Horror > All my scribbles
You cling to weak souls;
They admire your recycled distortion,
which poor child was your last?
The first step is to deceive;
looking to you for guidance they obey.
Help the poor from bloody gashes;
Help their bodies into ashes.
Help them Ana won't you please,
Help them please, we're on our knees.
They admire your recycled distortion,
which poor child was your last?
The first step is to deceive;
looking to you for guidance they obey.
Help the poor from bloody gashes;
Help their bodies into ashes.
Help them Ana won't you please,
Help them please, we're on our knees.
Sign up to rate and review this story