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Sep 2010
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
Written by
Madison Powell
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