I am the thorn of flowers in your mouth*…

I am the thorn of flowers in your mouth I am the rusty nail thrust through your heart I am the wicked laugh that tames your hide I am EVIL PERSONIFIED *thank you LUCY for such a strong line of inspiration

Tribal…

Tribal He roared with the wind Set sail with the sun the rain flowed freely the storms erupted like thunderous drums eventually the calm sea was his healing the God’s beckon the people praise the demon was vanquished from wheeling and dealing in the end the darkness will rescind