In Flames Scorn
I parish and nobody will know as my mouth remains still my heart awaits me. filled with gravel as the pain grows with each touch since I marked her out from my tower reality focused through forbidden lenses she owns enough of preciousness a penalty given by the source but I still have no choice through the hinderens freighten a labyrinth closing at the edge of space but they never allow she's shut... for all beings but one I give, I scorn, I threat
