Crawling to weak with the creepers, your shadow is the one, which hides her pride, definatlly not from you - Batted to be the blind, lost by greed which controls you as a shrine, combo genericated by the wrap of fake, combined - i peel the skin of shame from my face in disgrace, i spit blood onto your land, veined from my soul by the stake through my heart, i do not form part of your kind - i look into the sky, black crows are circling inside the degrees of my anger, what spirals into hate next to my mind to accept the silence nailed into abuse, what causes the shamefull act of the cute darkness in the quite that coffins fear - scream i do for your sake into the heavens, curse i do for you to wake, you are trapped inside your nightmare, but you think you are dreaming, Scarlight Bruisedviolet
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