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Mar 2017
Descending down in flames.
Slowly but surely, I'm incinerating.
I am one with fire until it takes,
what little pride I have left.
The betrayal of the inquisition and suffering of the trials.
Are a walk in the park, compared to what you've done to me in this life.
I want nothing more than to drink your tears and bathe in your utter failure.
Haunter
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Haunter  Hell
(Hell)   
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