Paroles de Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930
Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene.Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed.
Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins.
Preparations made. The axe gets a final trim.
Shadowed figures came at night. The hands would
clutch and strike his thighs. The kid would not even
be weeping. This kid pretending he's sleeping.
QUORTHON
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