one day they will have their lives taken
and slowly they will suffer for all they have done
dropp after dropp their blood will be lost
only the crimson stains will remain of it
don't set them free as they scream in agony-
their torchered pleas will be over soon
they are your sorrow
distroy them slowly
make them feel everything
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