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Message From Hell

As I walk to the grave
Of the people I gave
To my master, his slave fills with hate
The butcher am I
As I soar cross the sky
A part of the devils fate
Now my hands are stained red
For I kill and make dead
All the sinners in our little world
But the cords of my soul

Are both rivet and holed
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