Darkness Deathly Sins

Innocence Never Wins

Your mind’s eye can peel the waste of flesh from your soul
the barren heart bears the brunt of the cold before it scolds
Weep for weakness that rots the will while shame lays still
fear the pace of this discourse, your screams have no voice

Stripped! your nakedness, such wretchedness will be revealed
preyed upon in the darkness feel the chill! your fate is sealed
Speak wench! for ye’ suffers this night before the moon light
you blood red eye’d wench! death will be sick, it won’t be quick.

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