Vengence
Runaway, Runaway
Runaway fast.
Run from your future
And run from your past.
Love me, Hate me
One in the same.
But never forget me,
Remember my name.
One day you'll see,
Darkness will rise.
And I will become
The one you despise.
Don't worry, pet,
The angels hold you close.
But that was before
The demons all rose.
So now you're entangled
In sharp prickly vines.
I bring the last strike,
You know it's your time,
It's your time to die.
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