T.W.M. (it’s a feeling)

Wilt and taste the purple terror…
Love knows these knots…
When we escaped from the madhouse, we were locked out…

t.w.m.

Between the Battle of Love and Hate…
We were Raped, but not for….hours…
Time to hate and take Tutti…flowers…

Tonight.

t.w.m.

Between the powers and Battle of Hate.
Love will not untie these knots!
A twisting, popping filled with Hate.
He will not untie these KNOTS!

Tonight We Murder

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