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Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge. |
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My hands carry the scent of the soulless, the soul seeking. |
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I hold out my hands using this frame to seek vengeance upon the living through possession killing their killers with these hands, my hands. |
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To grant me their visions, their last seconds from the world, it's not dreams I wake from, it's their whispers and their cries. |
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To a child you were their only trust, the only light to be shaped not to decay. |
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Souls were too young to cry out, only left to watch as their protectors become the possessed. |
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Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge. |
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My hands carry the scent of the soulless, the soul seeking. |
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How many of the innocent, the defenseless have to fall from a loved ones hands? |
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In this life span there will be this revenge which only some may wish for |