Goat heads disguised as women of beauty satan is spreading his impurity a dancing glass spinning till it falls with its substance splintering into a thousand pieces all over the ground which cut my feet as I walk upon these little shards glisten I pick them from my feet I sweep them into the street I pour the disinfectant on my cuts I go back in to cut the rug The dancing flames invite me in i sit down to a glass of gin Satan stares from the floor you view me from your star ashamed of me for leaving you? what did you expect you dirty fool.
Reason for writing:
reason/inspiration
Birth sign: Leo
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