IJesusChrist
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
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- 22/7/08
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Write before bed - no prethought.
A little boy in the mirror, playing his cards unto terror, be it known he is a man, be it known he is a warlock.
Cast my spell upon your face, release the soul and shatter your peace, begin the flare an stop the sunder, written and spoken under thunder.
Break a back to gain your sight, do you care to win your fight? Grab and strangle hold their veins, with which your money and wealth will reign.
Care to the empath, claim it true. Bring it unto all anew, let him sleep for thought and weep, this is a warlock true.
Money and not caring.
A little boy in the mirror, playing his cards unto terror, be it known he is a man, be it known he is a warlock.
Cast my spell upon your face, release the soul and shatter your peace, begin the flare an stop the sunder, written and spoken under thunder.
Break a back to gain your sight, do you care to win your fight? Grab and strangle hold their veins, with which your money and wealth will reign.
Care to the empath, claim it true. Bring it unto all anew, let him sleep for thought and weep, this is a warlock true.
Money and not caring.
