soon.. from the highest roof top.. to the coldest sidewalk.. i spit my fury on thee i curse the ground you walk upon.. may your wicked soul fragment to nurish the pure. may your corpse never return to the earth.
soon..
from the highest roof top..
to the coldest sidewalk..
i spit my fury on thee
i curse the ground you walk upon..
may your wicked soul fragment to nurish the pure. may your corpse never return to the earth.
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