Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
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I Am At Peace
Unable to stir an echo in a leave, without a breath to a wind, what rumours your mouth to sing, the rot that smacks your face to the ring - You are weak with the friends at fake, your soul burns in hell where you will fall for evils sake - Controlled by your mind which is out of control, my pain is not for you to turn hail into rain, my thunder does not stop when my clouds disappear, the gale which blows my hate comes from behind -
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