defiler

April 22, 2013

angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress demons speak of the many forms I manifest endless cycles of malice, rape, and corruption god puts me in a hole to prevent further disruption

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Framirez29Apr 22, 2013

this poem was inspired by a member in my family and the group of people he collaborated with who are now departed or convicted and did very malignant and hardly forgivable crimes on the few people who had an unfortunate encounter with them. my heart goes out to those people they did harm to.

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