Wrapped (Itsfingersclutchme) Within It’s Tight Grasp – Wrapped In Words

Darkness falls with the setting sun but this ain’t no love song, this is a mess of entrails and cum, show the toad (sinners all) fate reveals its shallow call, hollow and dripping with the diseased (useless) seed of man, it screams as its dying breath is drawn a million times over (a billion and more x 4) while the hand of fate keeps stroking faster, draining him of his life-giving (bastard thinks he is the maker of his own kin) essence, removing the segregation from the pool, resetting (realigning) the board to its default mode, removing the sophomore sinner from the food chain, removing his genes from the pool!