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Dec 2010
Dead... You're dead...
Through hell shall you thread.
For you there is no daily bread.
Darkness has gone to your head.

On my body you would tread.
Laughing and grinning as i bled.
There was nothing i said.
You had torn me to shreds.

And now you are dead.
In your soul my bullets i embed.
Your soul has gone misled.
Tatters of your soul on hell's pit i shall spread.

Dead.... You are dead...
Left misled...
Torn to shreds...
Blood tears shed...

Dead... You are dead...
Satan
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