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It's A Mystery

I’ll flood your mind of impurities

and corrupt your tiny soul

I’ll take control over your body

and inflict pain without a touch

I speak words that taste of *****

I’ll reconcile your fate

because my hatered is never-ending

and Death is knocking at your gates

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Sep 15, 2010
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