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Feb 2016
Caught beneath the curse of genetic abomination
I am the final inheritance of my line of disease
**** my seed!
So that I may not spread my contamination
End my line!
I am an insult to those of purest blood...

**** me now or share my pain
Fettered in chains of my desolation
Make me fall before I rise up
And give power to my miscreation

Bound in shadow
I am the progeny of disease
In a world of beauty
I am an infection, festering and rotten
I am a scar, wishing only to be forgotten
Angel of Sin
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Angel of Sin
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   Cecil Miller
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