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I am the orchestrator of my own destruction. For it is I who reins down fire on my own temple, And it is I who salts the earth so the seeds of good intentions will never grow. When the turmoil on the inside is hidden by the calm exterior, It is I who tears down the beautiful façade to reveal the churning black poison underneath. When the polite smile shows only an angels face, It is I who cries out “Deceiver!” and rips away the mask to expose the devil within. For I am the orchestrator of my own destruction
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Orchestrator of Destruction
I am the orchestrator of my own destruction. For it is I who reins down fire on my own temple, And it is I who salts the earth so the seeds of good intentions will never grow. When the turmoil on the inside is hidden by the calm exterior, It is I who tears down the beautiful façade to reveal the churning black poison underneath. When the polite smile shows only an angels face, It is I who cries out “Deceiver!” and rips away the mask to expose the devil within. For I am the orchestrator of my own destruction
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
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