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This has all just been a game one you can't win, but you're forced to play. The game keeper has got your beloved ones around his finger. A king in a devil's costume. He calls the shots and makes the moves. And it can be 'game over' for them with just a roll of the dice. In a ring of fire, that no water can put out, I watch suicides all around me. A jump from up high, a shot to the head, a dive in the water never to be seen again. In this game there is no survivors but there is one victor. He sits and waits for us to fall. He sits and stays watching the heroes die. Watch them fall like flies into the never ending hole in the ground. I'll be watching my own death tonight. I'll be dead before the day is done. I'll be running with the demons at sunrise. I'll because a slave to his kingdom because that's where they all go. Deep though the hole centered on the ground.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
No Rest For The Wicked
This has all just been a game one you can't win, but you're forced to play. The game keeper has got your beloved ones around his finger. A king in a devil's costume. He calls the shots and makes the moves. And it can be 'game over' for them with just a roll of the dice. In a ring of fire, that no water can put out, I watch suicides all around me. A jump from up high, a shot to the head, a dive in the water never to be seen again. In this game there is no survivors but there is one victor. He sits and waits for us to fall. He sits and stays watching the heroes die. Watch them fall like flies into the never ending hole in the ground. I'll be watching my own death tonight. I'll be dead before the day is done. I'll be running with the demons at sunrise. I'll because a slave to his kingdom because that's where they all go. Deep though the hole centered on the ground.
morganmercury
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24/F/American
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
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