entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me
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weld the bolts and close the iron gate
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drink deeply THE ILLUSION OF YOUR SAFETY,
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my how wishful thoughts inebriate,
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masquerade and revel in your opulence.
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writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance.
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swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy,
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a dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe
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remember me?
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you look so surprised to see me here,
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with hells black wings did i overperch these walls,
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for stony limits cannot hold me out,
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and now
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you
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all
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DIE
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The Red Death
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| Thrice |
