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Sweet Crystal Wall
I know a place
where my blood does flow
Where all the lost souls they do go
A beaten blind
Broken doll
A lucid blood filled pool
Death has been defined
An infatuation of an artificial make believe
A twisted nail of fate is
Piercing essence from its frame
And while
Neglection snatches the once frightened Darkness only lives
Because
My heart is not yet dead
While the innocent can come and play
They can enjoy
The pleasures of flesh
Body broken, soul weeping, eyes bleeding
An unheard scream as the darkness is embraced
As in unaccented lust
Remember
There is protection
In a
Sweet Crystal Wall
