Spell it... revenge
ill face escapes
look just like burns on his dungeon elusory fear
the dog failed the fall of losing now
the sun to shadows
yet how long the unity of the fight?
the dead as a natural wind pass blasphemous lie
Is not this the irony of fate, past life shows that the house fell?
past the house often loses its fire
forever crying death
remember
crying
man meets darkness
spit house on his face
It often leaves
after which the storm is often tempting broken?
my past dismal shadows kills