for haven and hell is
for haven and hell is entirely equivalent
we all trapped In a sweet sympathy of solitary death
chocking on are own demise
forced in the devils game
were trapped in mother natures cadge
as we beg and we pled to buried are sins
the heroes cry and devils reside
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