roses are red
violets are dying
winter is coming
and my soul is crying
my soul is crying out
for some one to set it free;
free from the evil that lives inside me.
this evil inside tears me apart,
limb from limb.
heart from heart.
free me now
free me please;
free me from this deadly disease
it's killing me very slowly.
to painful to bear.
why won't this stop
and save me from despair? ? !
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