wheres this violence take me, end of a narrow path, revolution after the night of the living lives, time ticks by, still afraid is of what the demons have to do before we die because its true, scratching the inside of my head, embrace for more love and less ignorence, implore, nevermore, hell is never again spoken here, the ignorence of our passing comes and becomes forgivin the rejected who implace a decinensotized villian in us and the heaven is a haven to be forgiving, let us flo athestists say seeing is beliving in the surface, curious, serious but naucious, from warm to cold causious, come one love to extremitys of one dove, our lips close, roses turn red again. and life fills us once again
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