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Feb 2014
As they lay me down to sleep,
They said my soul, they would keep.
You stole my soul away from the dark
You embellished them with your mark.
There is a forbidden crave.
It is the darkness that keeps me captive.
When I arise from beneath the earth
I will cherish my rebirth.
Escaped from my prisons curse
Revenge will be my hunger and thirst
I will feed on your bones and flesh.
I will take away each and every breath,
'till they are descend
Crístál Válęntíná
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Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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   --- and Weeping willow
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