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Perfection in life.
Not plausible.
Not this lifetime.
Poor Anna Angel.
She soared above.
Crashedto the ground.
Can she love that
Whichdestro..
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Why is your heart so cold?
Your friendship to me
Proven false.
Your love
My one hate.
Your re-birth.
My suicide.
How is it yo..
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Angry voices
hashing unintelligible lyrics
captivate.
Satanic guitar riffs
make virginblood
burn white hot.
Can any earthlybe..
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