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Evil Sight
written by EvilTiger05:13 AM 8/28/04In these eyes it feel like a fire.
In my sight,it is myself.
How can I leave it?
How can I live with it?
It is ugly like a sin.
It is a mess fill with a virus.
Blood of skin,
Skin of blood,
Filled with sin in this body,
Can't you see?
Can't you know?
The devil made me blind to Jesus and god.
Where your heart of love?
It turn into a dead heart of feelings of misery and pain with a numbness. |
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Sin of heart.I don't care anymore.
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