Do not ask despair your disgrace.
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You see the trees of anger.
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so you must harvest it.
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You are so eminent, but in fact so fragile.
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Maybe you take care next time
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when provoking.
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Do not ask me think about
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dilacerated bodies.
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Time's up to bury the ones
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that wandered my land.
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Try hate turned me stronger now.
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My force is only to see you fall.
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Your godness surprises even God.
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Your cruelty does jealousy in Hell.
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Count the bodies found
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but cry you dead away!
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No destruction you provide
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will bring peace.
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Your fate is to die with rotten
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flags burning you.
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In your burial will not be widows,
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just lawyers and demons
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to make you share.
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Do not ask me
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to despair your disgrace.
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You seed the tree of anger.
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So you must harvest it.
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Thy hate is only jealousy in Hell.
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My force turned me even God.
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Cry Your Dead Way
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Drowned |