Hell
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Actuality
Above love is of dove from a sky spry,the dirt must love what you dig and supply. In the fertile soil there is turmoilthat would cause the deepest well to boil. Here there is near the flames I call hell,I find a home I call it well to compell. Air I reach for every day Continue reading
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My Little Halo
The Devil deeps downas the chemicals spillout I pout so very illso I down a little pill. One hand in her pocketa song would play.I turn this channel rock itand my words would slay. Like your little halolook see if you like minebroken spoken hell no,I trace my skin my eye. That sees you sees Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 