My Crimson WallHis walls, red and stiff stand firmly in his place. And I stand there banging against its massive stockade. My tears of bile as black as darkness run over them But still they do not crumble; still they pay me no mind My hands which decay to the bones run over the rusted wall My nails scrap at his exterior trying so desperately to break through Yet he stands firm with no releaseMy Crimson Wall
I was so happy for so long Banging against this wall But now with raw hands and face they burn And I walked away from those scarlet bricks And now the ire runs nonstop,
And I am nothing but
That's pretty much all I have to say.
(and your art kicks major ass)
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"life is but the childhood of eternity"
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