Splattered Entrails

Compound 19

Splattered Entrails


Reform.
During the beatings in which you endure,
All passion behind is dead.
Reform our power so that we may leave,

Our fate hangs on a screws thread.
We'll die here waiting for life,
To see the sun burning with strife,
We cant be without mind.

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