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Roses
are red, violets not blueFor
they behold an even darker hueAnd
if crimson ink were like sugar sweetThen
I wish for an even bitter treat.Ru..
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Weep, weep to suppress the lamentBut salvation now shot deadMurderous damnation I once fearedWhen will mourning come to end?Cry, cry to Mother of Mi..
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I behold this day or reckoning
I behold of what’s end
The Armageddon of mortality
The last days of descent
This impending apocalypse
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I see fire flaming with a scorch of scarlet red,Unlike no other flames that conjures the horrid dread.A burning for so long that I wish I had control,..
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My
dear love, I have besought in thee impassioned love and thus bestowed me
illumination within the abyssal parts of my obscure soul. I am but a p..
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Tonight we feast on the frail once
againAnd I’ll drag you down to the very
endYour screams shall silence our
desiresPrepare to die and be dev..
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A living kismet, who knew it'd be youa star I dreamed of, and a wish come trueand as our hearts finally collidei knew all sorrow in me had diedTurn pa..
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Through wandering labyrinths, I saunter since naissanceImprisoned by leviathans, behemoths I learnt’ befriendStrained to fathom such macabre fig..
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Since birth I envisage a crowd of blood brothers grinning with apparent artifice.Hearken to their impertinent tittering piercing me blithely to demise..
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