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I stalk the innocent, in a blanket of night,
As I soar above the clouds, Faster than light. I see my prey below, miles it would seem a small wounded animal, waiting for me... For my cloak is a dagger, piercing your soul take you to a place, of sorrow and woe The depths of hell, to burn your heart, The gates of heaven, that would not part. I see where you are, I know what you do, you can never escape me, Never stray from my view. I know what to do, to take your pain away, Your message of love, is gone needless to say. You see it's my job, and I do it well, to take your soul, to the gates of HELL! By Matches
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