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I have walked through the valley of the death |
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I have feld the cold grip of death being beckoned towards the dark in the velley there is no light |
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I heve tasted the pain and suffering of the unborn child and desease ridden flesh the slaughtered and unwanted crying out in torment |
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Their cries and anguish scare my soul a dream or is it death |
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I do not know |
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I thaught |
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I vas sefe from the pain but the suffering stil remains put into a macabre life past eternal molestation is where |
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I'm cast The pain and suffering of whitch |
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I have felt was not of the innocent but of the guilty ones this pease of horror and etarnal suffering built for reprisal against the vile |
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I cant wait until |
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I'm dead |
