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Feb 2011
you will never know the pain behide the glass
it will never be unmasked
you will find nothing be hide the mass
words cant save a soul
all time can tells a black hole
life as you know it will take us all
try to stop the war of hell
pain will try to take your bell
crying treas will never stop fighting
darkness hides in what left of the light
life's sung it's last might  
good- night
Written by
jan assen
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