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Until End


From beginning to end,i will be

holding your hand. 

Through the fire and flames the darkness inside me raves,

My love for you craves, as the voltures tare the last bit

of sanity from my bones.

For i give you a rose, a rose of pride, of which i dont have anymore,

taken from monsters of the human kind.

which they are to blind to see the damage done to there 

victims of hurt. Until end you will be a mixture blend,

 

 

 

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