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[ Sat Jan 11th/ 3:06am ] |
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[ Sat Jan 10th/ 10:12pm ] |
I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell. Beaten and broken and chased from the lair. But I rise up above it, high up above it and see. I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak. The branches were bones of liars and thieves. Rise up above it, high up above and see. Pray to your god, open your heart. Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark. Cover your eyes, the devil inside. One night of the hunter, one day I will get revenge. One night to remember, one day it'll all just end, oh ( . ) |
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