My apprentice
Led him to his death,
Out of pure wicked boredom
And he lies to me,
To make me a part of his machine
But such black feathers of deception
Around his innocent
Peacock face
Only make me
Desire him more
And make me seek
Greater depths
Of wicked mystery

>>937160711 (OP)
We where happier without your kind do you have nudes of your daughter?