A canvas stained blood red
An artist lying stone dead
“Vultures” gather round
To loot the art that they have found
Nobody cared that his heart stopped beating
They only cared about
feeding their own greed
By:J.N.R Dutton
A canvas stained blood red
An artist lying stone dead
“Vultures” gather round
To loot the art that they have found
Nobody cared that his heart stopped beating
They only cared about
feeding their own greed
By:J.N.R Dutton