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Father

Smiles painted
All in red
Bury bodies
Raise the dead
Poison nails
Feel the wrath
This shallow breath
Shall be your last

Hang the traitors
Hell will rise
Annihilate
The Devil cries
Clouds of crimson
Turn to grey
Father clocks
You've only days

Forgive me Lord
For I confess
I had no choice
I've nothing left
Nothing could quite
Match the taste
Of lives run dry
And skulls defaced
Tired_and_Dreamy
Written by Tired_and_Dreamy
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