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Aug 2012
Fast approaching noise and sound
Clammer heard, perfectly risen
Watching her get up and walk
Basic tasks made in the prison
So-called home set in the city
Where everything's "on the house"
But reality must state its claim
A living hell demoned by sacrifice

Protector I shall play
No matter if I play nice
Come cross me in front of her
You will gladly roll the dice
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