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Dreaming of Angels and Dust


Life is dictated in Time's court So fuck around all you want Time will come and strip your selfishly selfless conceited joys Gavel slammed to a sentence of eternal damnation You to an eternity of never ending Beatings and wounds never healing Trembling in sweat Covered in a sea of dry red Dried pieces of broken glass spread... This horror scene is stuck on repeat where even you lose control the path of your feet
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