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Jan 2010
I am the tool,
For which these fools play their many games,
To the winner will *** I the spoiled,
And for the losers a mind insane,
To pick away a flaking foundation,
To toss away the concept of creation,
In place put your sickly sin,
Then watch it grow and burst within.

You are my foot on steps I tread,
I lead to the edge you dread,
Tease you with a waking smile,
And push you fall, I fall, we're dead,
Never lie through these teeth again,
No sorry to stain the silken robe,
I am the lick you tasted then,
While I lick your ****** lobe,

A test for I'll have you hear,
My breath breathing in,
A thousand roaring steps have fell,
When you and I this walk begins,
A tempted thing this walk of ours,
To rot out the sky and kills the stars.

Let us fall into me,
I am all involved,
From the child that we began,
To the end that we evolved,
A beast and bargain,
A lie,
A cheat,
When love and sin come together,
When blood and *** did meet,
I've drank your every drop,
Not one fell into you,
Never know when to stop,
This thing I do is every true.(th)
Written by
Micheal Bevan
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