Red Portal Of Raw Soul


Here it is I blank now not known to think a lot does.
This even blood drink lead range for sane it's to me north to range
east of Ukraine.
It's ever to gain her simple she thinks.
It's not through peace sweet but in death pain.

It's a Goth internal war not unique even unique fast asleep.
I'm always in a world into deep in a mess
fresh cutting with razor blades.
I steer darkness away in darkness it's me the evil one to waste at least.
I died with some joy to escape maybe
definite my life.

It's the face to explore the shore to no discovery today to date
with a woman is detestable to me with dismay.
The sunshine on my face the smile hers fake graces instead its hate.
I sting with it to keep any day to mean in it the humans
that think.

I am a kind of place ruined upon my soul bled
and it is hers.
We are disturbed red souls.
I let know to let go those who make worse the curse upon us
to stir up a war as in chores.
That's it seemly never end appears needed
to be done them slow the minds
of most no hope of change.

I do not see still present to flash goodness in many
to end it is to see difference of choices done hurt.
It's of course free discern saved by nothing well reap what I saw
message best six worm.

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The red unforgiving souls of the damned.