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Jun 2015
Judas speaks to me proclaiming his innocence,
Brutus begs for mercy,
Cassius screams for his torture to end.
Their pain inflicted by my own hands, my own teeth.
I see my reflection in the burning ice.
I am Satan.
Written by
Charlie  27/M/England
(27/M/England)   
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