Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
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Crosses are cut inside my head, i never listen - Nailed by demon tongue to my vomit, i become part of my blisters - What i reaped was never sown, down to the rot in my stitches - Dragon breath burns the ink on my skin, i will let nothing to a nobody in - The shade of my shadow is weak to the sun, from west my beast sneaks to the east - The snake which wrapped around my spine, i am the venom, i am bitten by sliver - I saw, my eyes are on fire, i cry, my tears runs by sand, only dryer
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