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Jan 2019
Every time i see your face,
you seem to sap my grace,
i have no love i have no fear,
i have no cares for the screams i hear,
I am trying to fly with broken wings,
While the man without a tongue sings,
we stay even though the fire stings,
no matter how much pain it brings,
Hell is such a wonderful place to be,
And you bring me there every time i see,
Your Face.
Curses are peace.
Hunger
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Hunger  99/Hell
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