Coffins

Tormentopia

Coffins


You've already known there is no way out
Goaded and verged to THE FLESHLAND
You all, the cursed are gathered to the place you should be
Grey gusty winds hasten your fate

Gaze at the livid sky to seek for a miracle
"If these were dreams," you fall into delusion

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