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"Stay broken There's a reason things are unwanted" The stoked charcoal turns into smoke just to evaporate like a ghost I'm just a phantom of your rusted conscience Any more thought and you'd break We'd be together, but it doesn't matter Your master is no longer on the ladder You detached his tattered hands For him to fall to mossed-over spikes to lie and die Alone You broke me I'll follow your last request I'll make sure to stay shattered I have always followed my mind So why betray you now, master
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Conscience
"Stay broken There's a reason things are unwanted" The stoked charcoal turns into smoke just to evaporate like a ghost I'm just a phantom of your rusted conscience Any more thought and you'd break We'd be together, but it doesn't matter Your master is no longer on the ladder You detached his tattered hands For him to fall to mossed-over spikes to lie and die Alone You broke me I'll follow your last request I'll make sure to stay shattered I have always followed my mind So why betray you now, master
emmennarr
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
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