You have 7 more seconds to decipher you life before my tongue becomes a blade your brain a slice
I warned you before I'm addicted to war.
I was praying for Armageddon on the day I was born.
3 pounds, 4 ounces, 7 week premature.. perfectly flawed and perfectly impure,
see it was a night of lies, it was sick quick comprise, it was the devil in his eyes, it was innocence slithering down her thighs, it was...
it was his fucking fist into... her fucking side, and why?
because there was a baby, barely 3 months alive,
but I survived, too stubborn to cir cum to the dripping jaws of the dominate paradine...
I speak out of turn, I taught myself