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My Turn To Burn

It is my turn to face the flame
The darkest fire
Her wrath of penance
The woe from my pestilence
An evil army of deadly words
Damnation to finally pay
it leaves a sour taste in the mouth
I am now ended
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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