How terror wrought the death of self can be. We’re scorned by way of woman, or a man, For hell’s fury, colour panic, can we Fear our deepest thoughts, and instead, we ran. We ran from life, aperil frought, we fled.
How terror wrought the death of self can be. We’re scorned by way of woman, or a man, For hell’s fury, colour panic, can we Fear our deepest thoughts, and instead, we ran. We ran from life, aperil frought, we fled.