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Disease ridden, cobwebs reside in your head. |
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Yet you remain walkin on this earth (Deceiving and demanding the best). |
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A manifestation of agony gathers around your name. |
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And I swear to god, I would murder you, if I knew how. |
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Your name appearance, I searched for it among those tombstones.... |
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But at the sight of you I fled (Away from you darkened silhoutte). |
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A plot to tear down the world, distrust and disbelief coincide until it is proven (otherwise). |
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The consolation prize is a dagger and a knife, |
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Handed to you on a silver plate with step by step instructions, |
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Directing them into your chest. |
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**** YOUR DEAD HEART!! |
