| I wish I could be blind to the evils of this world
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| But one cannot unlearn the truth
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| One cannot erase the accounts of the damned
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| The tales of corrupted youth
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| These images are burned into my brain
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| Of the sick, the dark, and depraved
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| When the time comes to claim the dead
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| Not a single soul will be saved
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| You each have played your part in this
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| Piece by piece, you wore her away
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| She is no longer a loving mother
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| We inhabit a cold shell
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| A rotten carcass
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| Maggots squirm and eat away
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| At what remains of a formerly fruitful harvest
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| Her hair, no longer vibrant and soft
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| Now dry and knotted and weak
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| Her skin, now as pale as the moon
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| Whose tears roll down her cheek
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| You have caused this tragedy
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| This untimely end of a beautiful life
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| Undeserving swine
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| You wretched race
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| You murderous heathens of malice and spite
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| A clean slate will restore her beauty
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| A lifeless world is a world of worth
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| A clean slate will restore her beauty
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| A lifeless world is a world of worth
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| I am the pale horse, and he who rode upon it
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| I am the plague that will cleanse the earth |