ds can be broken so can bones, execute the mandate. Mouth full of dirt your name removed is from the registry. St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate.
I am the result, whats better left unspoken. Violence begins to mend, what was broken. Youve been talking, Ive been all ears. Omerta.
Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose. A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat. Six feet under with no marker. Keep my name from your mouth for