| I have walked through the valley of the death
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| I have feld the cold grip of death
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| being beckoned towards the dark
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| in the velley there is no light
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| I heve tasted
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| the pain and suffering
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| of the unborn child
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| and desease ridden flesh
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| the slaughtered and unwanted
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| crying out in torment
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| Their cries and anguish scare my soul
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| a dream or is it death I do not know
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| I thaught I vas sefe from the pain
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| but the suffering stil remains
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| put into a macabre life past
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| eternal molestation is where I’m cast
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| The pain and suffering of whitch I have felt
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| was not of the innocent but of the guilty ones
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| this pease of horror
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| and etarnal suffering
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| built for reprisal
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| against the vile
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| I cant wait until I’m dead |