End of the world is near
Pier to death filled with fear
King to the hearts of the undead...MALICE
Just like Alice in wonderland confusion of an activist.
Scythe through my heart
Blood in my eyes
Doubt in my head
Dead or Alive?
Fire from mire
Glows within me
With lies that i have told
Lies within me.
Possibilities come and go
like an angel that visits at dawn...
Malice is my name twice i said it .
Living according to the mythical code ,
THE ANTIPODES
Cosa Nostra...Cosa Nostra.
Living to his image,
veneration to my deity
Forever Iam indebted.
Believe it or hate it
Malice is the authentic.
POEM BY
AZMEE
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