| «Lavinia sees the specter of her dead husband reaching out to her with charred,
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| fleshless fingers.
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| She steps back in horror, loses her balance… and tumbles down the stairs.
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| She gets up, surprised and amazed to feel no pain.
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| And then she sees her own body lying twisted and broken at her feet.
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| She looks up in confusion: the Angel and her Furies! |
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| So who the hell are you?
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| I’m glad to be the one who gets to tell you
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| You have come to the end, you’re about to
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| Descend into the underworld
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| There is no way that I’ll waste my time on you
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| I’m sick and tired of your lies and immune
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| To your cries of desperation!
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| No! |
| I won’t accept this is my fate, I am not to blame
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| I was misled and confused
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| Now send me to the other place, let me clear my name
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| You have to listen to my story!
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| They are all alike, they die, they plead for their life,
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| They lie, then break down and cry
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| I know damn well why I dislike the greed in your eyes
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| Yeah right, I won’t grant you time
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| Your story… is over! |