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Mar 2012
I can't believe it
The deceiver you bow to
abdicates the throne
The devil you pray to
will carry you home!

The devil you pray to won't sell you your soul!

'Cause sometimes, it's easy
To distort the truth
and bury the bone
The devil you pray to
is on the phone!

May I take your order, you silly little pawn!?

Wake up, you fools!
What do you have to lose
to catch on?
The devil you pray to
will carry you home!

Fortune continues to favor the bold!

The light, enters
filling you full of
the Great Unknown
There is no truth that
will not be told

There is no truth that will not be told!
Ishmyre of the Inferiors
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Ishmyre of the Inferiors  9th Ring of Saturn Box 7
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