Sweat rolls down my back. My throat burns. My voice tears through the arena like it’s bleeding, and they eat it up. Front row’s a blur . Hunger, lust, worship. Some cry. Some scream. Some just stare like they’ve seen the second coming. I could be hlgh off my ass and I am but they don’t care whatever keeps the fire going. They don’t want me clean. They want me wrecked. Glorious. Untouchable. Burning.
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1•.•Demonica•.•
05/06/2025