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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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mage de la métaphysique
anyone you see who seem to be spittin fires, comes along accompainied by the flaming choir. every instrument up in flames now all that the remains means to us is but another sacred day…
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unpathetic fallacy
they came from out of the rain. bringing but one thing with them; everlasting pain. they’ve infected my quill, my name, my pen. now all that’s excreted be a viscous, blood red…
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