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The Gods We Can Kill
Dagger Eyes
Staggered Breaths
Demons on standby
Crosses from a past life
Hundreds of martyrs
And their ropes tight
White as ghosts for miles
Tattered Death on their skin
Arms wide open
They still insist
Cyanide Smiles
Because we all know
That Heaven was Created by a Plagiarist
Staggered Breaths
Demons on standby
Crosses from a past life
Hundreds of martyrs
And their ropes tight
White as ghosts for miles
Tattered Death on their skin
Arms wide open
They still insist
Cyanide Smiles
Because we all know
That Heaven was Created by a Plagiarist
Published 8th Dec 2023
| Edited 12th Dec 2023
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