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The death of a king |
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Alluring lassos slide on so smooth |
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Tension made of razors |
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Dragging across you |
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The flushing of eyes |
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Couldn't cleanse your abrasions |
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Deep inside consumed with guilt |
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I'm clothed in a bed of blankouts |
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Dream suspicious strangers over night |
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Righteous pharisees befriending |
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Silent movements mar reinjuring God |
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The taste of absent minded actions outweigh forgiveness |
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Briding a widow in spite of her venom |
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I've failed to mention your soul |
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Three becoming two |
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Such a left in criminal |
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Only the mind of the temptress knows |
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Actions are my remorse for amnesia |
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Righteous pharisees befriending |
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Silent movements mar reinjuring God |
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The taste of absent minded actions outweigh forgiveness |
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So close to healing the weak |
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Turning into the enemy |
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Paralyzing kings |
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We are so self |
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Righteous pharisees befriending |
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Silent movements mar reinjuring God |
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The taste of absent minded actions outweigh forgiveness |
