Without any toll,
as there is no soul
what lies within is more akin to a ghoul
We’re all the fool
jesters and nude emperors
it’s all only temporary
almost imaginary
Things never happen fairly
21 lines 21 Guns that’s two lines— This is Four; Ava Adore Woe unto the whore 86 is a bitch; “ When the mind breaks the spirit of your sou...
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