Taboo
March 11, 2017
Dear God that walks a dead man, thy kingdom come.
What is it? Brujeria?
Meat n' bones for the dogs.
I'm already dead.
No tears on my grave/just poison.
Only the original exist.
1802 is my command.
I'm not the same | I trust no-one.
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