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2 Cold, 2 Move
Little, Child
Little, Weakling.
Murder, on mind.
Release, 1 life.
Tortured release,
Making me,
Wanting more,
From you.
Hollow creation of my mind.
Empty shell of a calous void.
Paranoid and Crucified.
Children sleep, Waking breathe.
Tormented beings of this night.
Ugly demons haunting me.
I am grown, not reknown.
Undergrown, just a thought.
4 you, 4 me.
Young, One,
Young, Me.
Devour, nothing.
It's all, meaning.
You falter,
on your feet.
Show your weakness,
To me.
Passing time of passing mind.
Glory world, glory grave.
Take your time, you'll see.
What I've become,
Where I've been.
What I was.
THen you'll see.
1 night, 1 cause.
Seeing, charity.
seeing, mercy.
Slowly, crawling.
Through the thorns.
Bleeding and abusing.
Scarred and marred.
Ugly child, you are mine now.
Only in death, are we truly alone.
Little, Child
Little, Weakling.
Murder, on mind.
Release, 1 life.
Tortured release,
Making me,
Wanting more,
From you.
Hollow creation of my mind.
Empty shell of a calous void.
Paranoid and Crucified.
Children sleep, Waking breathe.
Tormented beings of this night.
Ugly demons haunting me.
I am grown, not reknown.
Undergrown, just a thought.
4 you, 4 me.
Young, One,
Young, Me.
Devour, nothing.
It's all, meaning.
You falter,
on your feet.
Show your weakness,
To me.
Passing time of passing mind.
Glory world, glory grave.
Take your time, you'll see.
What I've become,
Where I've been.
What I was.
THen you'll see.
1 night, 1 cause.
Seeing, charity.
seeing, mercy.
Slowly, crawling.
Through the thorns.
Bleeding and abusing.
Scarred and marred.
Ugly child, you are mine now.
Only in death, are we truly alone.
Um, I don't know what this is.
It's something, I think
It's something, I think
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