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Jul 2014
There's something inside me
It's sick
and
It's twisted

Its clawing its way free
and the sick thing is
I'll let it out

The peircing wails
of a tortured soul.
Hungry for a life
it can never have

Hear its howls
Feel its desctruction
deep down in your bones

Watch it pour from my mouth
a filthy ***** black plume of smoke
Its oily tendrils lashing out
seeking their next victim

There's something inside me
its sick
and
its twisted.
Fenix Flight
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Fenix Flight  25/F/The Kingdom of Amythest
(25/F/The Kingdom of Amythest)   
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   Francie Lynch
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