Handful Of Hate
fleshcrawling blashemy
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Pierced in thorns engraved in scorn, only research of the pleasure high born.
What I can feel is the scream of my needs, we're now sinners don't you believe?
What bring my brides lewdness inside? Actions, reflections can't be all mine.
Muse of pity you're bleeding for me, bend down your head and vomit your sins!
Defiant creation youthfulness and submission, scourge your limbs without compassion
You loot your heaven in mud