Ring around the Rosy
Theirs ashes in the slow breeze,
Drift off, Drift off,
Forever lost.
walking thru the vast plains,
be slained in vain,
cerebral pain,
my mind is lost,
strolling thru the streets so bare,
aware not scared I wont be there,
my mind now plots,
Kill for Thrill,
be still now you will you can only watch,
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