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Take My Soul

One hand reaches upwards desperately
clawing against the hallow ground.
Nails have assimilated itself in the prevailing pit
of eroding bones.
Desperation became a full time occupation;
working for conquers and terminators,
who are  
constantly feeding minds with paper queens dancing
on moronic table tops.

Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
(Suffocation is a blissful feeling)

Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the......
Written by Dataface00
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