Paroles de Gods In Broken Men
Old beastwild dreams
Bribing nights
Laying still
Dodging scarecrows
Smelling meat
Cackling cries
of goblins in head
Our treasures
aren't clean
Angels smile with brown teeth
Gold vessel
Cold crown to wear
Coloring shadows
An ally
A back door friend
You serve the dust
You're wretched
and sublime
of goblins in head
Our treasures
aren't clean
Angels smile with brown teeth
Gold vessel
Cold crown to wear
Coloring shadows
An ally
A back door friend
You serve the dust
You're wretched
and sublime
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