Julius Alexandrov

Rookie - 131 Points [Jan Feist]

Infant Beasts

My path has been burried by the thick and plowy snow
Did he trick me down this trail or I myself i do not know
Now I stroll along the rill while on my head the rain is drumming
Frightened slowly loosing ease I keep on marching quietly humming
Im lost im doomed this darkness I alive will not escape while I wallow in small sorrow a branch rips away my cape
I feel blood trickle hot and thick and fickle down my cheek
While my foot in dazy darkness erred into the ice cold creek
With blind for

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