Amy Ormonde - Deadly Woe

My dreams of deadly woe crumble beneath your feet as you crush them without a care sought to be fought after the dark of my arocrombent nature acure in thy sky who without a doubt exstiguishes halth what they outh create and my empty council debates wheather to run and hide or combine with the deadly violence of my actions and create a deadly throw of sorrow.

You cannot kill that of which you did not create but that of which you greatly bewild in silence of the indecent lamb.

Amy Ormonde

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