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Death’s Love Song
This is Death’s love song, he takes off his top hat and then just like that all the black doves are gone. Just like a black magic trick, they fly away off into the distance whilst the grim weeper cries. Black tears of tainted sorrow. Drip and put out his wick, now his blue soul…
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Resting Six Feet Beneath the Seabed
It burns so bright, my heart feels tight. My soul of pure white turns into a grey, ashen blight. My deeds carried out thus far have been nulled and void. Now I’m a fallen star – by my faith, I had been toyed. No longer will I, my destiny, avoid. With the power of a…
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My World’s On Fire and I Like It
How long will it take for me to perish – because I do know, in death I’ll relish. I want it to end some day soon. I pray for God to send me to the moon. A grave so deep, on the moon’s dark side. The place I’ll sleep whilst I control the tide of…
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My Sword Has Your Name On It
I know all about your tricks you see. You don’t scare me, No you don’t scare me. You can pummel me with your kicks. But I’ll still be able to make you plee, As your life is mine. Yeah your life is mine, Soul and all. I’ll feast on and dine. I draw my sword,…
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Red Eyes; White Prism
In a parallel plane, the speaker interacts with a mysterious black prism, experiencing timelessness and transformation. The prism speaks, plunging the speaker into a journey of self-discovery and physical constraints. The cycle repeats as the speaker embraces each rebirth, reflecting on the enigmatic wobble’s nature and their own existence.
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