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Brimstone
If money can't save me
then why would I sell
my soul into slavery
for a story to tell
Maybe I'm crazy
for wanting to dwell
with the Angels in Haities
who know me so well
Bravely invading
the chambers of Hell
for a place to escape
the emotions I've felt
Patiently waiting
for a moment to yell
Embracing the fate
of enslaving my self...
then why would I sell
my soul into slavery
for a story to tell
Maybe I'm crazy
for wanting to dwell
with the Angels in Haities
who know me so well
Bravely invading
the chambers of Hell
for a place to escape
the emotions I've felt
Patiently waiting
for a moment to yell
Embracing the fate
of enslaving my self...
Published 19th Jan 2012
| Edited 24th Jul 2014
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19th Jan 2012 6:58am
