You're falling into darkness,
You'll soon see madness,
I understand you need my hand,
But i can't do anything!
'cause you made seal with devil!
The dirty little hands of the evil
Are already waiting for you downstairs
Probably this is your end?
Think about past to late,
He'll play with your fate;
You'll be his puppet sweety,
Don't worry your suffering wil be pretty!
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Collection of poems
PoezjaHere are just collected various poems that suddenly appeared in my head and then were written
