| Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death
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| Boxes sitting in my doorway, boxes someone left for me to see
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| Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death for me to see
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| Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death for me to see
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| There were well worn cardboard boxes bulging from the weight
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| Of documents obsessed with mindless slaughter and decay for me to see
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| Boxes that depicted a sad reality full of fiction and reflections of insanity
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| For me to see, for me to see
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| Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death for me to see
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| Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death for me to see
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| Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death for me to see
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| Boxes full of Armageddon
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| Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death |