have you gone mad?


                                                               Sinner are lairs who sweetly

Roll a golden red apple into the world.

Like bombs they go off boom boom

Being brave through a world that’s

Gone mad. Slipping through your

Skin, trying to run away as long

As you’re gone you’re free from

Creeps, crooks, crack heads, all the

Evil in the world. Run fast before they come to get you.shhh! They

Can hear fear in your voice. Don’t

Stop to look back, even a peek

Can corrupt your mind. Turning

That innocent, pure, kind heart of yours into a rock solid ice cold nothing.

We must leave our home to rebuild

a lost world. 

Its time!


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