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Current mood:  irritated
i walk the path that no one knows where all is dead no wind blows hallowed and dark all just a disturbing lark brighten with fallen memories my soul has sinned we bow, now all on bended knees crippled corpse, pus filled joints i crawl this path alone lead my way, eyes covered with coins my privilege to weep to hide from the world let me die as the blood just seeps for the end is near so the beginning shall start this new life im about to take part take whole and drown them in fury let them breathe all lies with scurvy
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