My Angels Casket
The Saints even have a diabolical laughter as they watch my Angels cry. This Halo of Death has become the horror of my mind. Anguish has but a shrill scream that exposes my grave. Is it true, I will be buried alive? Chocking on the chains of my Angels Casket, gasping from hidden Sorrow, my Reaper shrieks from within. Dancing with his glee awakens the Beast. Volatile is his character. Shards of gla...
Monday 20th November 2017 5:42 am
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