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not mine but heres soemthing nice
I walk alone head down in a pale grey scene every step leads to atrophe, this body made for conquest, instead apart on a stage so worthless, i saw the future as endless reacheds and the skylines promise has left me faced with who dreams are you killing and whos pockets are you filling, are you where you said you would be in the end.
I walk alone through the crowd of past failed kings, auditions called for the hope thirsty, what keeps thsi family of fighters from facign the war that they were bred for. |
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save me!? I love life, LETS DIE! Die you filthy worms, your all equal, yoru all worthy! kill me now!!!