An rotting fist will break the ground
where not a soul has cried
I'll climb out the broken mound
to remind you that I died.
Crrraaaaaap, another stanza I can't make a poem around. ;~;
where not a soul has cried
I'll climb out the broken mound
to remind you that I died.
Crrraaaaaap, another stanza I can't make a poem around. ;~;
