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I can see right through your lies

The beckoning of darkness remains

Hidden virtue of cries

Swords of torture, As the blood stains

Silence is shot across shadows of death

Escaping a dream to catch your breath

Sweat dripping from the angels wings

A taste so sweet yet it stings

The truth can be found

To this i am bound

All will be gone without a sound

If i could just make it through another round