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resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleedingunhinged a savage seeks a questhollow hearts, rapid beatingthe pulse is high its never ceasingthis cannot be a false pretenceas people arise I feel itstone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healingyou'll wonder if this is the endthe void submit to pass throughfear the eyes staring at youa time of unrivalled despairas people arrive I feel their stareyou lived a life in chainsyour master could not saveyou'll lose the grasp of gainno method to your rageyou die a death each dayfor some it seems to stay that waychannels to feed your hatelying there for you to takea place where fools attendno prayers for you my friend
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