Age four, fucked the whore.
Age five, left to die.
Age six, used the stick.
Age seven, blamed aggression.
Age eight, locked the crate.
Age nine, cracked the spine.Age ten, remember when?
Age eleven, daily confession.
Age twelve, delve the grave.
Age thirteen, ruptured spleen.
Age fourteen, cleaned the scene.
Age fifteen, death on Halloween.
Age sixteen, flawless keen.Mother and Father, murderer of daughter, remember what you lectured?
Family first, friends second.
Heaven's blessing has come through metal weapon,
To end parental deception.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poésie1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...