Heroin Black - Threw The Lake (Everything Is In Its Place)

Heroin Black - Threw The Lake (Everything Is In Its Place)

Percell Blackhart

Rue the night or lust the day
That everything is in its place
Silent hymns, to the sins we pray
Alluding consonance in all its grace
Breath plundered by her brumous clutch
Hearts tattered, Impaled on a broken crutch
The…

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