Face the Grove

Behold this quill
Rusted feather
That controls my will
Hell forever
At some point your spilt
Planned endeavour
Is destroyed by skill
I can tell you've been

Planning this all in your mind for a while now
Having to call on yourself and the parallel
Life that you live in the now and can tell how
Dangerous power is released by itself now



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Scurlock
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