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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Arrows of anger pierce my heart with their hate...one spark on the tip sets a nuclear blaze Lost in a homicidal haze I'm looking for love I'm surrounded by ravens...Where are the doves? Now I twist and I turn I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn Shooting arrows of anger my need is like Nero I turn into a hellion and I used to be a hero Halos turn into horns Sweet love turns to sour scorn Decaying in the darkness...blasphemous babies get born With silent invisible needles and threads...sowing and reaping my soul into death My blood starts to boil as I kick in the door I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn Shooting arrows of anger the poison's too strong Distorting what's right and deluting what's wrong Satan sings his sad songs for junkies forced to listen With his thousand string fiddles he enslaves and enlists them Doing his bidding...running riot through Rome Forging into forever now I'm gone like a ghost Can't see the fire in this sea of smoke I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn God raise up the shield for a day of defense... shooting their arrows they just won't relent Time to repent as they ruthlessly attack...for devils and demons there's no turning back Lord take it back I don't want it anymore Even the score and make the tide soon turn Cause the devil's a fool...as You fiddle he burns
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