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My Morning Thing

The heat raises off my neck now comes pain and blindness The openess that was my heart is so full of rage Murder rains in my head Lungs screaming but how cares my mouth is dripping with the taste of your heart I am open Im weak and shaking dont hold back finish the job Bleed me now Rage as you will smoke all the light as I will eat your soul you will steal mine Blinded by the light that you thought was so bright Fool the devil said he would come as god.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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