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Rain

Nothing means anything

decency was sacrificed on the cross of lust

to appease the dark forces within minds

looking for joy in all the places restricted

if morals means suppression

to hell with morals

lets dance in the graves

and when it rains

we'll take off out clothes

and surrender to obscenity

desecrating the dead

for we are alive

we are the living

renters of this place

we call life
Written by oscube
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