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Mar 2014
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doom    doom
doom       doom   doom   doom      doom

doom          doom



We come from a long line of cowards

Afraid to face OUR FATE

(doom)

afraid of LOSING FACE



Hey little child days are long and rotten things

If you will not enter

The SANCTUARY

doom      doom      doom

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Facing the goddess of the sphinx

Answer her question --- or DIE!

••

The ship has sunk !

Are you a human to be saved or just some flotsam on the waters?

DOOM!



The gods are angry!

The goddesses can hardly stand to see you in your vile servitude



Crying to BE LOVED when love is only there for you TO GIVE!

••

In this HOUR of SENSELESS RETREAT!

We are an UGLY PICTURE

crippled and weak

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How can you not be --- ashamed?

You really should be --- ashamed!

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In the end of the story

It is you who write the FINAL LINE

So

Make it one of GLORY

Make us glad to see you passing by
Written by
jeffrey robin
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