Wicked Poem by Au moins l'ces Est plus forte
Wicked
Some things that we see with the wicked's eyes are deciving; A sin in disguise. You've heard him call, you've seen him praise. Just to lead you until the end of your days. Shame you wicked son of man. Who cursed us by your sining hand. We are not all foolish wicked one. we have defated you and we are done.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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