Deep in this blackened void,
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the space that used to be my soul
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no ray of light no hope has shown
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there in the darkened cold.
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In time memories and pain
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will fade and disappear they must,
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but not until this mortal being
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has turned to scattered dust
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You cannot judge what you don't understand
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take the blade from the child's hand
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all the petty lies and the jealous whores
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matter little and leave me bored
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Repent, Remorse, Revenge
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why don't you just crucify me,
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nail me to a cross
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and bite and scratch and make me scream
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if that will get you off
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You say a fall from grace would suit me well,
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well you can crawl straight back to Hell,
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fear not to lie, it will seem a sharper hit
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nor to blaspheme it will pass for wit
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Repent, Remorse, Revenge.
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Revenge
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| London After Midnight |
