I can't breathe !
I feel entombed six feet under.
The darkness comes with
A knight, who's brought to cut out my toungle.
I have no feelings.
Are Thou,Gosh, hearing for my pray?
This time is killing.
I realized, I have this way.
To activate,
To be prepared,
And everywhere
To suffocate!
A crowl continues to whreel.
It thinks about having a food.
I know, it's definetly that I feel,
My coffin, what is made of wood.
I have no feelings.
Are Thou,Gosh, hearing for my pray?
This time is killing.
I realized, I have this way.
To activate,
To be prepared,
And everywhere
To suffocate!
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