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No Sympathy From the Devil
A hurricane is blowing. Cars are flying in the sky. Doesn't even mess my hair. It's coming from my eye. An earthquake is rolling. Knocks you right off your feet. The earth opens up and swallows. I just take my seat. A tidal wave is coming. It's right off the coast. I watch the people sunning. Don't they know that their all toast? The great white shark devours everything in his sight. Why is everybody screaming? They haven't felt my bite. The sunlight unheeded sets the cancer to the flesh. Chaos all around you. The evils seem to mesh. The cancer has consumed the skin down to the bone. There's no one left to cry to so just hang up the phone. An avalanche like a freight train is rolling down the hill. If you haven't felt me yet I'll be coming for you still. Do you know who I am? The Stones sung of my name. I don't want your sympathy. I'm the one to blame. Can you feel the twister? The wind, like the dogs, howl. Time to raise the white flag. Time to throw in the towel. Watch as the whirlpool sucks you down into the depths. Take your choice my friends. Choose your epitaph.
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