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a prison you'll call home
a fiery rage burns anew
the things that you never knew
your the reason for the blade
for this spot in which I laid
I curse and despite your wretched ways
condemning me but everyday
so for you I found a special place
where only you will win the race
where only you can fail
tortured by the falling hail
in a prison of your own
a prison you shall call home
the things that you never knew
your the reason for the blade
for this spot in which I laid
I curse and despite your wretched ways
condemning me but everyday
so for you I found a special place
where only you will win the race
where only you can fail
tortured by the falling hail
in a prison of your own
a prison you shall call home
Published 29th Dec 2013
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30th Dec 2013 6:29pm
