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Persuasion
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Old School At a time where the wind is most violent
The stirring and chilling sound of the quiet
Reaps me of what lies in regression
Killing it, bleeding it, believing every single word
Staring at the sun, the clouds turn dark and grey
A red glimmering light that bleeds through evil
II never imagined it to be part of the wheel of fate
With the shackles bound to me
The chains fused to the wall
A prison in which you created for me
I cannot break free
Insurgent the words you speak
Pierce nothing but my heart
Devastation is but a morbid thought
A thought that’s considerably brilliant
With blessed words the carry a dark clue
Driven over by shame and fear
Drain the agony from the line
Fiery blazes that consume you
And burn to the witches end
Upon the lake where stand
Where I lay your body
You can never know what lies beneath me
Life can no longer run through your veins
It was an end I had to befall
To kill my own brother
And bury him, with the others
