#darkpoetic

In the abyss of the devil's grasp, happiness wrapped in a metal cast, love is just lost moments, hunted by gods owners, incidents set by the free masons, innocence wrecked in police stations, this the year of the anti christ its here the sacrifice. From the depths of the darkness, digested by the heartless, drenched in the scent of a carcass, playing within deaths advancements, unprotected sex is harmless, receiving texts from martians, the echoes left by arguments possessed by harshness.