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death and born


If it was'nt like this,
A rotten smell hit me as I felt it cold
Yes it was one of the coldest kiss
I ever known.

Well Angel I guess your wings were chopped by a divine machete
when you were send to this world hidden for the crowd
and for long I thought I was the only one
able to see the darkness behind the great beauty you hold,
the darkness I understand you had to fought for
to keep going and ruling the way you did,
the short time that last you were the director of my show

CUT!

Am I the evil one now? Fuck you...
Nobody belives your shit when ugly is revealed.

Let's say I had to meet death to get born...




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Publicerad 2014-04-06 22:30



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