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𝙋𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛�

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Her tongue split down the middle

Such beautiful sin in such beautiful skin

Her eyes are the dance floor for hells desires

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I was crude bone and sharp teeth

Yeah!that was me

Happiness wasn’t my first home

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Torn open and ripped from the chest cavity and replaced with insanity then baptized in depravity such a blessing by the ungodly

On a bed of nails and razor blades I toss and turn trying to stay awake just to see if morning will come.

My morning bath is filled with alcohol ready to kill off the night terrors that seem to haunt

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Licking up the sin that drips from her lips tasting every bit of her lost prayers.

Swallowing and ingesting the bits of soul she does not want calling her my own body heart and soul.

The rusty nail that was used to carve her name into my chest is now being used to finish the rest of us