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Devilish intent ------Devilish,Morbid,Jadie,
You can hear a pin drop,
quiet is still creep
is the feel my body
...floats in love,
a soulless rhythm
in a horrid prison,
where voices carry blood
blood stained doves,
sent to the houses of loves,
with a bottle of prescription drugs,
so they can off themselves,
whispering secrets into the winter air,
as the breeze blows through their hair,
as the beams of moonlight brighten and stare,
glancing through the eyes of a bright red mare,
as he glares without a care
knowing not what had happened there
The vigils and sigils, settle in the night,
no words of passion,
stray or wander of flight
He was here for hate, anger, and spite,
we gave all we could but it did nothing,
beneath his might,
The shadows now carried our souls,
we were no mere peasents,
of the devilsh mold,
...demons
where no man on earth
could keep us in the laws must,
the devil in hell would
surely like to keep us
quiet is still creep
is the feel my body
...floats in love,
a soulless rhythm
in a horrid prison,
where voices carry blood
blood stained doves,
sent to the houses of loves,
with a bottle of prescription drugs,
so they can off themselves,
whispering secrets into the winter air,
as the breeze blows through their hair,
as the beams of moonlight brighten and stare,
glancing through the eyes of a bright red mare,
as he glares without a care
knowing not what had happened there
The vigils and sigils, settle in the night,
no words of passion,
stray or wander of flight
He was here for hate, anger, and spite,
we gave all we could but it did nothing,
beneath his might,
The shadows now carried our souls,
we were no mere peasents,
of the devilsh mold,
...demons
where no man on earth
could keep us in the laws must,
the devil in hell would
surely like to keep us
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