witchcraft and demons are being thrown at me wicken magic setting you free warlocks and apperitions taking your soul pentagrams and candles losing control the blood runs thick and fast the flood buries till the last am i crazy? am i losing my mind? can you save me? can you leave your fears behind? broken bottles broken dreams everything is nothing in a field of screams nothing is everything to me executing a killing spree 150 years have gone so many years to become strong i didn't mean to go wrong the knives are out and glinting in the midnight sun don't shout i'm a rebel without a gun earth, wind, fire flying higher than you've ever been before i swear i didn't kill you....Birth sign: Virgo
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