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It's cold and dark, I cannot see what future may befall me. This icy malice grows forever Inside my soul. **** me now.* A hearkened blade draws blood so dark that Satan himself seeks a matriarch. For his evil bidding need be done Inside my soul. **** me now.* Locked inside, I'm bound by chain. Hope, desire and pride were slain All that's left is an empty shell. Without a soul. **** me now.*
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
**** Me Now
It's cold and dark, I cannot see what future may befall me. This icy malice grows forever Inside my soul. **** me now.* A hearkened blade draws blood so dark that Satan himself seeks a matriarch. For his evil bidding need be done Inside my soul. **** me now.* Locked inside, I'm bound by chain. Hope, desire and pride were slain All that's left is an empty shell. Without a soul. **** me now.*
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
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