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Aug 2011
The structure of lies you've built around you,
Forged with your words of deceit.
They shall be the tomb to surround your grave.
Your words will not protect you now,
For they shall be the judge and jury.
Your torment is beginning.
To be left entombed, you, your mind, and a void of nothing.
Desolate and alone.
Written by
Chaz Merger
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