sobota, 19 marca 2022

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology


horyzont
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Horyzont
what strange claws are these scratching at my skin
i never knew my killer would be coming from within
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I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king