Clock ticks down to the endHours fade, I won’t pretendWords are cheap and that’s my thinkingWhen will the false god be leaving SabotageWe were both wrongPower tripNeither wants this happening Haunted ties of miseryI hate no one but you hate meKnives in the back bleeding blackTime to end this endless hack SabotageWe were both wrongPowerContinue reading “Sabotage”