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| Flies and maggots searching for cloying rot in the serpents mind where all forgot... Black withered seedlings sprouting from the dirt grow into trees to save from the hurt... That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die... Violent acts blind to propriety from the monster made by society... Your attempt to beat me is hopeless and thin... Your attempt to beat me is hopeless, hopeless and thin! Mother fucker you will die before I let you win! (x2) Spiders pick away at the torn skin and fear not the dark but what dwells within... Time ebbs away our lives and dreams and time is short for some it seems... A symphony of gunfire, round after round pitiful corpses fall to the ground... See them kneel and pray for demise I would see but they took my eyes... |
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