blood drips forever, pain drying the heart. a spirit of fantasy growing up hard. his anatomy of melancholyness delve the world. satan's fire burning bright, fusing the world. the bone cuts the overkill, he's dead but still frowning. no longer alive but he keeps on drowning. the man who loves to hurt himself has backed up from my eyes. hating god, he's the fallen angel. the heavens he does despise.....
Reason for writing:
about the non-believers and christian faith turning black...and about the one we know as the fallen angel...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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