The Ritualist
In an attempt to intrude tommorow;
the devil,thou had given more roles,
to have the world in thine comforting home,
and the fairest of all at her epitome.
To evade the bitter truth,
thou murdered the police of the mind.
For his voice draws thou to thy root
and to the blood thou shed behind.
But little did...
the devil,thou had given more roles,
to have the world in thine comforting home,
and the fairest of all at her epitome.
To evade the bitter truth,
thou murdered the police of the mind.
For his voice draws thou to thy root
and to the blood thou shed behind.
But little did...