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A rose for the dead ones... |
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Sometimes they want to die |
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Sometimes they want to live |
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When they live they come to me |
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When they die they are silent |
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No tender mercy shall I give as they plead for us |
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Without remorse I shall take their lives |
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Silently in chaotic passion |
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From their impending, mindless presence |
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Reaping the emptiness within |
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My blackened eyed the last horror they shall see |
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Damned am I... no |
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For there is no damnation my soul hath not taken |
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Shall I be swayed in my vengeance |
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As time tears open my wounds? |
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I think not! |
