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So as he feels the knife she holds against his throat |
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His sweat breaks out, he's cold |
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The voice is a whisper from beyond |
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Angelic voices calling out to her in promise |
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She cuts his face |
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Demanding prayers |
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Sinful forever |
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Now wrath is here |
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From the time |
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When she loveth |
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Comes a burning pain |
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Deep inside |
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But now as the knife it searches deeper |
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He cries out from the pain |
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The men of her life forever sinful |
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And now she cleans the world of one more evil sinner |
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Live in pain |
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No more for her |
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Weeding out the weak |
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Is her ugly task |
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The voice is a whisper from beyond |
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Angelic voices calling out to her in promise |
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And now the time |
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For his departure |
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Has court with him |
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And death must come |
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Slit his throat |
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The knife is cleaned of his blood |
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She leaves the body dead |
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Going out to find another male |
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Deserving of her callous hate for being wrongful |