Let His Blood Burn

There is no satisfying moment

In a person's burning passion

Compensation does not exist

The inner fire burps everlasting flames

Lickshots reverberate as the consequential whiplash

Burning blood is living proof of his being

Simpleson's only and latest piece of graphic 

Maddison feigning his inner most feelings

 

 

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