innocence. guilt.
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look into a cold dark stare.
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my eyes will tear you apart.
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cant look away.
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your fate has been decided.
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blood freezing.
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body gone numb.
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unnacepting of pain, but willing to assert it.
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you've given in to my stare.
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cant take the pain.
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cant accept the truth.
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only fifteen hundred miles separate me from witnessing your demise.
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blood freezing.
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body gone numb.
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slit throat.
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icepick.
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a carving tool.
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cut yourself and choke on your blood mother fucker.
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strangled with stone cold hands.
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your taste of blood is sour.
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look into my frozen stare one more time as your mutilated body shatters.
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Patricide
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| Eighteen Visions |
