| For every casket contrived, there was a life prepared for it’s abode,
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| but now the ground holds the living… how shall this work?
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| In the ground, beneath the soil, her feral will to live exceeds her
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| As she realizes, in the appalling pastime, she was nothing but a pawn…
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| A simple murmur amidst the dawn. |
| The dawn of being… a time for believing.
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| Oh, how the night reminds me of my shadowed thought… my malicious plot
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| unveiling to me what redemption I had previously lost
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| For every casket contrived, there was a life prepared for it’s abode,
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| but now the ground holds the living… how shall this work?
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| A ghost she becomes, without a home. |
| She is bodiless and doomed
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| In the ground, beneath the soil, her feral will to live exceeds her
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| As she realizes in this appalling pastime, she was nothing but a pawn…
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| Remember me, twisted lady? |
| I hope you regret everything insincere.
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| As I hammer, try to cohere… your indifference is my motive to make you
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| suffer. |
| I hope you enjoy this velvet cover… you'll die just like all the
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| others
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| A simple murmur amidst the dawn. |
| The dawn of being… a time for believing.
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| Oh, how the night reminds me of my shadowed thought… my malicious plot
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| unveiling to me what redemption I had previously lost |