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Rip my soul
written by Genocide Reaper
07:30 PM 11/13/04
Inside the shadows, I have become hollow. Stalking Demons, seeking vengence, leaving blood stained flowers over countless graves. Rip my will in two, watch it mold inside my soul and regrow. Deep within the flames, I hide the pain, suffering to love the rage. I'm getting what is mine. Blood of demons as they die. Strip my mind, and place my thoughts inside a coffin, whatever you see, will not mend. What I take, will be sent, deep within the heart of darkness until the end. Reach deep down. Pull out the crown, flip that smile upside, into a frown, your life is hung, your world is done, your King is dead, your now sorrow filled inside that once hollow head. Shed my skin, learn to cherish every sin, you I watch demons of thin plots pine, and burn in the shineing star, revenges right eye. The son had come, he was feeble, and decaying, crawled out of Hell. Don't you hate me, when I speak this truth? You don't like it when I say its my choice. But I here my Gods voice. Rip my soul in two, watch it become like the Abyss, listen as my spirit sifts through the spell of God, I have become a lighting spark in the dark, giving life to the deaf and blind. My soul is now two, I watched it as it regrew.


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