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Paradise Lost

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Resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding
Unhinged a savage seeks a quest
Hollow hearts, rapid beating
The pulse is high its never ceasing
This cannot be a false pretence

As people arise i feel it

Stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing
You'll wonder if this is the end
The void submit to pass through
Fear the eyes staring at you
A time of unrivalled despair

As people arrive i feel their stare

You lived a life in chains
Your master could not save
You'll lose the grasp of gain
No method to your rage

You die a death each day
For some it seems to stay that way

Channels to feed your hate
Lying there for you to take
A place where fools attend
No prayers for you my friend

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