We have
A pair
Of demons
That constantly
Cover our
Eyes and
Rip open
Our chests.
They wrap
Us up
In chains
And yank
On our
Throats. We
Are always
In a
Duet with
Our devils,
And they
Know every
Step. We
Trip and
Fall, but
I will
Not hide.
My devils'
Duet will
Not be
My death.
I will
Not let
Them push
Me. I
Will not
Fall down.
The duet
is over.
I win
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
We have
A pair
Of demons
That constantly
Cover our
Eyes and
Rip open
Our chests.
They wrap
Us up
In chains
And yank
On our
Throats. We
Are always
In a
Duet with
Our devils,
And they
Know every
Step. We
Trip and
Fall, but
I will
Not hide.
My devils'
Duet will
Not be
My death.
I will
Not let
Them push
Me. I
Will not
Fall down.
The duet
is over.
I win
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