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The Faces I Own
Spartan:
Free are things that makes one happy
Costly those that say they're worthy
Needed by all those whose weary
Gold and coin is for the wealthy
Anger:
Cry and cry you little sissy
Drop the bones all day you carry
Slit thy throat oh that's so sexy
Death for you I'll do be merry
Vengeance:
To kill your blood this all my throne
a sin you've done to kin alone
A blade none else can wield your own
So lost are you I'll have your bone
Lust:
I dream of nights alone with you
So cold the night without a clue
The flames in front brings not its due
with me you'll come this all is new
Free are things that makes one happy
Costly those that say they're worthy
Needed by all those whose weary
Gold and coin is for the wealthy
Anger:
Cry and cry you little sissy
Drop the bones all day you carry
Slit thy throat oh that's so sexy
Death for you I'll do be merry
Vengeance:
To kill your blood this all my throne
a sin you've done to kin alone
A blade none else can wield your own
So lost are you I'll have your bone
Lust:
I dream of nights alone with you
So cold the night without a clue
The flames in front brings not its due
with me you'll come this all is new
Published 12th Feb 2013
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