Shoot...
Empty is the head that wears the crown
Oxymoronic to think a time when such could be true
Coming to blows with your own mortality
Three Seventy Two stress keeping you afraid
To think you control a thing
Oh what a fool
I take the machine and point
In an instant the barrel freezes you
Only then can you escape the fiends created by your mind
So stand still and let it happenĀ
Watch as the ...
Monday 16th December 2024 4:31 pm
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