The echoing reflection of the face of redemption, with crimson tears and hollow fears rippes through emotions left unsaid

A revolving thought of false lives are tought, creating recreations in trials and treperdations in words that are bled

Forever dying and always crying, deminished by hatred untill we are sedated by subliminal rage dragging us through hesitation

Ever in the lasting, dangerous in our catharting as we end our lives in our demise through our freefalling obcession

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