The Dream

Blood runs cold,
Evidence of a damned man's soul.
He'll gnaw upon his tounge,
Won't repent of what he's done.
For in the darkness there is pain
To never feel the light again.
Oh great harlot,
Deceiver of nations,
Tempting kings with your fornication.
In that dark hour in which you fall
Upon ten false crowns, the world will call.
For in the darkness there is pain
To never feel the light again.



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Writer(s): Joseph Frothingham
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