Disease
By Danw
Travelling like disease in a land of blood The poisoned liquid is deformed by the infection of society Fallen angels crash and burn on the side walk Whilst the devils spawn run rabid through the streets Apocalypse is nigh, The evil make their stand The good now they all die, lay buried under land When you said your mine, Your mine Not giving nothing up this time Put your vows up to the test Big deal I cheated You broke the rest Broke your vows Twist the knife You know some how You’ll get by Twist the knife I got nine lives Written July 10th, 2001 © on Feb 27 2002 05:40 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Travelling like disease in a land of blood..."