Sins of the sacred
Music fades away when you arrive
Spreading the doom with every stride
The stare of hatred locked in your eyes
Sinister cravings behind sacred lies
You want me to beg
You want me to look
You want me to bend
And follow your rules
Judging from throne made out of gold
Taken from people that you control
Deep in your cave, the smell of decay
Surrounded by slaves, you feist on their brain
Saturday 8th September 2018 10:24 pm
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