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The Decay Of Worthy Bones

In a daze of amazing grace, situated to face your mistake without patience... I anticipate the break, simulate the pain...  I aim for gracious, but I hate us.. Fantastic crave, so graphic I blade... 

 I complain as they eliminate great, so jaded cause I was the bait... Disturbing aches that don't belong, the waking hurt that's never gone... The Decay Of Worthy Bones, persuade mercy alone...

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