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The first time I saw you ***** out the lights You took the blood from a kitten with ten thousand bites I was young and did not understand I could take it, no need to hold a hand Sadly, little did I know That day I only saw your shadow The second time I saw you, I was about ten I could not prepare myself for you, not  then Walking in your house, or rather your gateway Quiet rooms filled with bodies painted gray There you stood just around the corner Keeping to yourself like an exotic foreigner But when you took Libby from me That is when I started to see You were in the room with us In fact, you were the one causing all the fuss No one was fighting, Libby was old Still, how could you take a woman so strong, so bold? Here is where you crossed the line When you took Her, you filthy swine She had her flaws that's true But not enough to stay with you She was my savior, my salvation There's not much left of someone after cremation When my time comes to meet you in the ring Fist to face I'll make it sting If I could do one thing for all mankind Killing You comes to mind
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Face to Face with Him
The first time I saw you ***** out the lights You took the blood from a kitten with ten thousand bites I was young and did not understand I could take it, no need to hold a hand Sadly, little did I know That day I only saw your shadow The second time I saw you, I was about ten I could not prepare myself for you, not  then Walking in your house, or rather your gateway Quiet rooms filled with bodies painted gray There you stood just around the corner Keeping to yourself like an exotic foreigner But when you took Libby from me That is when I started to see You were in the room with us In fact, you were the one causing all the fuss No one was fighting, Libby was old Still, how could you take a woman so strong, so bold? Here is where you crossed the line When you took Her, you filthy swine She had her flaws that's true But not enough to stay with you She was my savior, my salvation There's not much left of someone after cremation When my time comes to meet you in the ring Fist to face I'll make it sting If I could do one thing for all mankind Killing You comes to mind
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
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