the temptations of treason
the clattering metallic hiss of the cymbals as the low rumble bassline builds chillscascadingdown myslouchingspine tracing the curvatureofhersmile inelectricpurple illuminating thedustycorners ofinspiration citiesare burning asmissiles fly childrenlay dead all because the president raped children and got in the pockets of equally evil shitstains who are close enough to death the idea of armageddon holds no […]