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Unexpected hate.
Mistful wispering softly fogs.
Secret sarrowing quikly spredding thru the vail.
Pain seepin in the domain of peeking meadows of staining imperfections and misconceptions.
Lies and tall tell storys. misleading glistoning chrimson fortelling lonlyness. A forever forgotten dance. Midnight feather heavey as a stone. bleek meloncoly bloodlusting hatefulnees stolen oh how the darkness has grown. You may fight your demons, i am my own. Confustion ilustion lost truth all but lies. What hides beneath is all but empty pride. Dead inside flutterring and fleeting. My heart has already stopped beating and turned to an ashing ember. No one will remember 6 feet under. Just breath in your iron sunder. Do unto you what youve done unto me. If only that could be. Youd plee and there'd be only fake mercy. This is my convection an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth. You may fight your demons, i am my own. Ilution, confution, time is waneing and never waits. All but fales truths and all but a lie. As life is but a stonefeather fleeting bye I can't wait to watch the fleeting lights in your eye, when I watch you die.
Secret sarrowing quikly spredding thru the vail.
Pain seepin in the domain of peeking meadows of staining imperfections and misconceptions.
Lies and tall tell storys. misleading glistoning chrimson fortelling lonlyness. A forever forgotten dance. Midnight feather heavey as a stone. bleek meloncoly bloodlusting hatefulnees stolen oh how the darkness has grown. You may fight your demons, i am my own. Confustion ilustion lost truth all but lies. What hides beneath is all but empty pride. Dead inside flutterring and fleeting. My heart has already stopped beating and turned to an ashing ember. No one will remember 6 feet under. Just breath in your iron sunder. Do unto you what youve done unto me. If only that could be. Youd plee and there'd be only fake mercy. This is my convection an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth. You may fight your demons, i am my own. Ilution, confution, time is waneing and never waits. All but fales truths and all but a lie. As life is but a stonefeather fleeting bye I can't wait to watch the fleeting lights in your eye, when I watch you die.
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