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We feed off the sorrow, death is our muse We don't care about other's achievements, just the abuse Intrigued not by praise, but fueled by pain Compliments are forgotten, but a single insult will leave a stain We say good is better, but our actions speak different We care more for those who repent Guilt, greed, death, and utter destruction Cause a much bigger disruption Than completed goals, rewards and achievements Because deep within we give into the idea that misery is far more interesting than peace and joy
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
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We feed off the sorrow, death is our muse We don't care about other's achievements, just the abuse Intrigued not by praise, but fueled by pain Compliments are forgotten, but a single insult will leave a stain We say good is better, but our actions speak different We care more for those who repent Guilt, greed, death, and utter destruction Cause a much bigger disruption Than completed goals, rewards and achievements Because deep within we give into the idea that misery is far more interesting than peace and joy
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
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