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I want to unleash the beast that heaven speaks of to not release
Overcome the darkness that sleeps inside this rusted heart
Tears filling up a jar won't spill another truth
Purposely arguing with me at the Red Woods,
I considered to be rude
With my vocal high
My vocabulary is low
I comprehend like a retard
holding a gun to reload
loving myself is worth.......
my worth is what hurts
Perhaps if the signs for me to attend church
wasn't sprinkled
I could had learned
What demon are you scared of?
Except the demon next to you
Choose your faith
Not Faded Glory
and I challenge you at the death poll
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