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in my end.

i can't see a thing

suffocated by the darkness

i taste the oil of your gun

you thrive on my fear

i always gave you what you wanted

my eyes tell you to shoot

but you'll never give me what i want.

 

incapable of anything

undeniably defeated

sweet sorrow comforts my weary head

it is all i know

i deserve this

it is my destiny

my design.

 

you hold 15 messengers of mercy

but deny me all

never again shall i see your beautiful eyes

sewn shut by lies

 

when will it end

my broken knees forced to kneel

i hear the hammer

this is the best thing you have ever done for me

finally i will get what i want

i have never felt so alive

in my end.

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paul-jackson
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May 26, 2010
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