Vile Time
Is time wicked or it senses the fickleness in the air Of fictitious reality intercepting the unrighteous thoughts Muses aren’t amused by the stories that follow None can reign the winds spawned by evil forces Lies travel with immoral intent across the dark territories Awakened by the sinister chants from deep caverns Conspires with the rogue time of some malefic age A cold breath of … Continue reading Vile Time