Murder Of The Almighty

Imber

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Blood spills out the carotid speckling on the foul floor
Can see the slipping of the flesh from the bones
Body looks like an acranius with nails in its abdomen
Nobody's bothered by his wrecked little head
Nobody gives a damn about his weakly decomposing life
He's just a pure imagination of the blinded men