Ricked who
loved with
died
by saying
thy devil,
Will cross,
Souls at night.

The naked love
we believed
have been,
just a keen,
of hatred who,
had made us a,
lean to scream.

The laughter of souls
The laughter of death
Will lie overhead,
but nobody had,
Read.

The cross of minds
with the Souls who
are blind,
but we don't no,
where the way the end LIES.

-Alex

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