It's pristine,
Higher from the ground.
A wisp of sky glow,
Above branches and through dawn.
Now the rotting fawn...
She's so beautiful dying in her last breaths.
There was no ward.
Repulsive,
Gray Fox.
Let's flay the skin off this W****.
Blood bath,
"Strawberry Gashes"
Drills, canons, rifles,
And a whip to pull you close.
Not leaving you,
Crow knows I lied,
Maybe you'll be the stag under the moonlight.
Higher from the ground.
A wisp of sky glow,
Above branches and through dawn.
Now the rotting fawn...
She's so beautiful dying in her last breaths.
There was no ward.
Repulsive,
Gray Fox.
Let's flay the skin off this W****.
Blood bath,
"Strawberry Gashes"
Drills, canons, rifles,
And a whip to pull you close.
Not leaving you,
Crow knows I lied,
Maybe you'll be the stag under the moonlight.
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