Death In you the depth Of me; blind to what you see.
From the depths of hell your demon dogs unleashed.
Standing while you sit out back and watch the front unveil.
You knew I would not build inside, your prison walls so tall.
Lay again inside your death, with me to string the razor wire.
Coming back for me to change the way you are to all.
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