Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Twelve... Thirteen... Ten...
Little pig, the deepest ugly
That could be bestowed upon
A monster was gifted to the mirror,
A yellow smile, let's run away and
Stay upon a violet hell, where only
Our names are considered sin.
12-13-10
That could be bestowed upon
A monster was gifted to the mirror,
A yellow smile, let's run away and
Stay upon a violet hell, where only
Our names are considered sin.
12-13-10
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