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The blood I see, it is not mine
Its yours, its his
Its all combined.

The razors edge
The shiney blade
The dizzy feeling in my head.

Confusion and panic
I can't control
Running rampant
The urge to yell.

But yell I can't
I have no voice
I would if I could
But I have no choice.

Bells ringing in the distance
Tolling loudly for all to hear
People stirring madly
I'm acknowledging my fear.

My eyes spy a hiding place
Cold, dark, ferns of lace.

On my knees I feel the earth
The hard and soft of natures gerth.

In my hole I hide from the world
Far away from my dying girl.

Faithfullness was not your calling
You lying, cheating, hateful harlett.

But now your gone and so is he
I'll show you not to mess with me.

Chimes and voices in the distance
Grow nearer still with no resistance.

They soon will find me in my hole
They will claim I have no soul.

And off to Hell I will leave
I'll meet you there my evil sweet.

For my calling in this life
Was to kill my cheating wife.

Sorrow for you I will not feel
These wounds you inflicted will never heal.

I'll be damned, and so will you
Forever in Hell will surely do.