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Amanda Schery
03-26-07 Mental Circus Light this candle and see what’s left after the angels show a black parade of mutilated sanity and severed tragedies filled with death and funeral’s. Why’d you call the angels love? and leave me to pick up the shards full of guilt and feeling like a lost soul did you ever want to hold on?! instead of surrendering to the angels! Welcome, to a candlelight darkness where we’re all lined up to die and the lives of the living are torn apart and stitched together again in a sick parody. Hail, hail I’m full of grace and disgrace now I’m anthemia? anathema I will remain! hey, why’d you call the angels? and surrender to death’s beckoning call to sleeping forever. Hey, you called the angels! but, I can’t call the angels or I’ll sleep forever and I’ll hold on, hold on, won’t call the angels! Hey, call the angels welcome to a mental circus!!
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