You conceive in a soporific longueur,
tainting thoughts with deviant accuracy.
There is no such thing as mercy,
and you have proved yourself as a blaspheme fiend.
I caved.
Caving in to your aspersion.
Dare you titivate my interment?
You conceive in a soporific longueur,
tainting thoughts with deviant accuracy.
There is no such thing as mercy,
and you have proved yourself as a blaspheme fiend.
I caved.
Caving in to your aspersion.
Dare you titivate my interment?