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*Leaving marks Wherever the hand is Filth going with every stroke Everyone blames the root for the evil No matter, the tree does the evil Foul fingers deep in fault I digress, I cower And my mouth saves by spouting lies Call me the forerunner of silent sinning Proud heart, detestably weak mind All I am able is point fingers To those who did me no wrong And sit in the corner, unprotesting Which immensely shadows me From a fainthearted dark*
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Pointed Fingers
*Leaving marks Wherever the hand is Filth going with every stroke Everyone blames the root for the evil No matter, the tree does the evil Foul fingers deep in fault I digress, I cower And my mouth saves by spouting lies Call me the forerunner of silent sinning Proud heart, detestably weak mind All I am able is point fingers To those who did me no wrong And sit in the corner, unprotesting Which immensely shadows me From a fainthearted dark*
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
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