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Apr 11
This lovely machination
The devil had a hand in its creation
My righteousness
It's desecration
Filth,it's desperation
Could you ever find a grip.
Snap out of it
Its a synthetic trip
Could you ever change like a switch flip?
Snap out of it
It's nothing but a blip.
A blip in time
Against my soul a crime
Stolen from me my prime
Compensation?
Won't ever be worth more than a dime
Oh do you see my name?
What did I ever want?
Oh do you think I am to blame?
Could tell me to atone but I really cant
Come see me
Look what I've made
Come be me
Live under my woeful shade
Your life for mine?
Wouldn't even be a fair trade
But I'll take it
The deal has been made
Griefenite
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Griefenite  16/M/Limbo
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