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Oct 2016
my blood is curdled by sin
my heart beats a toxic tune that the devil whistles while he works on my shoulder.
it drives me mad,while all the angels dance with pitch forks around my head
there is no savior for me
God has forgotten about me a long time ago
something thats been bouncing around in my head for awhile might clean it up at a later time
Tab
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Tab  NY
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