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2004-09-23, 01:54
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Senior Metalhead
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Join Date: May 2003
Location: Arizona
Posts: 160
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The believer and the deciever
weaving me a open noose,
cutting all the pain loose.
A cold black enamel chamber,
to my fallen head.
perfection in rotting apples,
inside rigid as wool.
you were always a poison,
completely lifelss and dull.
another is here for me now,
she is not of a deciever.
nothing before to fight,
she is only a believer.
My chest pounding in desire,
blood ravaging for you.
burning your flesh in the fire,
a cold face turning blue.
your here for me now,
my cure in white.
your here for me now.
You are my hope,
staring back at me.
you are my hope.
another is here for me now,
she is not of a deciever.
nothing before to fight,
she is only a believer.
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