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widows web
connect connect
widows dead
reverse effect
you find my freind in sweet eden
waiting for the fall
my freinds a bit more of a creten
nothing but a weaving doll
widows web
the intraped wail
widows dead
the hollows hell
carven with the wise mans knife
my little spiders bed
now all thats left, a hole for mice
empty yet made of lead
widows web
sparsely littered
widows dead
the thoughts now bitter
gazing through the hollow
i saw my reasoning why
yet saddened by nothing left to follow
and all that that implys
widows web
a lie a lie
widows dead
shes now the fly
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