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dead inside

made into something

i know im not

laying low

i cant be caught

 

dont take advice from that man

it ruined their lives

and diverged the plan

nothing can be replaced

 

fortunate i am

intrigued by this subject

obscuring the plan

 

golden boy i seem to be

hell raising demons and blasphemy

invented a cruelty named after me

 

what is this plague cause i cant feel a thing

someone stop that endless ring

doing wrong i can see a sting

above all i am king

 

wasted your ******* time

waiting forever in that line

but i see what there is to hide

you are all dead inside

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christopher-victor-coia
American
Published
Dec 27, 2013
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