Though your presence is nonexistent.
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your vile stench still looms in my every memory.
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you have planted a seed.
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that has sprouted.
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into an undying enmity.
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that shall rear it's putrid face
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and micturate upon the apologies that you have delivered far too late.
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and the heavens collapsed to hell,
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creating a mephistophelean being.
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that possessed you with a sense of depraved indifference.
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I wish I could have absolved you of the succubus.
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the one with fiery skin.
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and the unbecoming nature in which it elenched your mind.
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was it i who thrust the blade through your back.
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rethink this question.
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for it was you who let your perceptions distort.
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the most perplexing of those cirulent amends.
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now I'd like to rip your still beating heart from it's blackened cavity.
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I hope her mournful tears singe your gaping flesh wound
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and your black heart will be pounded to dust
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and whisked away in the wind.
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however I will always hold a place in mine for you
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and all the DETESTATION your name brings.
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you set your bridges ablaze.
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and left them burning
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Bridges Left Burning
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It Dies Today |