lack of trust, it's a sign betrayed, betrayed, too many times tread the path, feel the earth conceited smile, perverted smirk oh it's not me, they say again it's time we all stopped playing games black as coal, dark as light grind the stone, sharp the knife push it down and feel it sink twist of dagger, turn of wrist they blend together...oh so smooth the blood is sprayed on walls and roof of my own mouth, taste the flesh hold on, it's still drawing breath magus black, zombie night poor existence, faded life soon the debt will be collected ancient mem'ries ressurected untried youth, needs be tested find a priest that will not bless this charnel house of timeless blissBirth sign: Leo
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