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pale sweet,sweet death,
held dead in my eyes,
and debts and deep lies,
through the jungles of madness,
of death and torture,
calling my lost grace,
whom life cant endure.
playing life gladly through a deadly embrace,
and paying in lies,
to a dead angels face,
to a dark gifted fallen 1,
who came from above,
from the love of her god,
and the god of her love.
she fell like the angels,
to the pitched darkened days,
no light reached through,
but as death & mayhem,
hung within her soul,
as the gods clapped in rapture,
at the site of deaths role,
she commanded torture,
to the angels who told.
as the preachers and ministers,
who played had-jobs with christ,
with the son of our father,
to the dead of our night,
took this fair and loved maiden,
to the silence of crypts,
where forever her torture,
shall shred her to bits.
she cried in the moment,
with prayers through her screams,
to be let back into heaven,
and for the truths in her dreams,
her cries had been shifted,
by the hands of her god,
so,as her prayers are un-answered,
she swore revenge upen her lord.
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