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Listen to the rapid beating of my hand grenede heart

Knowing all too well that in due time, our future will emplode

These figure eights we run as we constantly chase our chastised dreams only end up bringing us right back to the very start

Further down the mistaken path and we parade to our early graves on this lonely road



Listen to the silent sound of surrender softly spoken in the sinful sky

Its satanic screams seem a lot louder than you orginally may think

Precious seconds forever slip away on the corrupted clock of life as a dying dove showcases his delicate cry

Oh...how the entire world as we know it can drastically change in merely the single blink of Eden's arid eye



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Listen as the thunderous time bomb starts to tragically tick

Atrocious enemies are the awful omega of former friends

Depressingly drawing the suicidal short stick

I'm so sorry that this is the way our world extemporaneously ends



Listen to and enjoy this special silence, for the storm quickly commences after the calm

Detonate and derail my dreams on this December Doom's Day, for the sweet songs of salvation we never even sang

The whole wicked world is woefully a tremendous ticking time bomb

And I am merely the unlucky evil epitome of the beautiful big bang





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