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When the cold snows the crows would have chose those with the broken souls.
Feeding of the bodies of the abnormalities that have crossed their boundaries in critical deficiency.
Soaking up every bit consequences would be the body left to the deepest voided pit.
No worries no harm is done the ripped apart have known their bleeding heart would depart at the start.
As in the afterlife would only be waiting for them when they leave the cruel earth letting satan chose their part.
Begging for a restart to re-paint their art wailing to the Lucifer but the crows will only be the escort to the court.
Tell it to the judge.
Feeding of the bodies of the abnormalities that have crossed their boundaries in critical deficiency.
Soaking up every bit consequences would be the body left to the deepest voided pit.
No worries no harm is done the ripped apart have known their bleeding heart would depart at the start.
As in the afterlife would only be waiting for them when they leave the cruel earth letting satan chose their part.
Begging for a restart to re-paint their art wailing to the Lucifer but the crows will only be the escort to the court.
Tell it to the judge.
Published 27th Jun 2015
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