The Persistent, enduring Mythology of SAW and the new Religion of John Kramer (JIGSAW)
There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night, there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight A silence that speaks so much louder than words Of promises broken A man in black on a snow-white horse A pointless life has run its course The red-rimmed eyes, the tears still run As he fades into – the setting Sun
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and…
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