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Within our morbid sanity
A fall from the highest tower A pit of despair, stakes of pain And a murder within the hour. The suffering begins Death too willing The hurt goes away With a pleasent killing. No screams, no plees No sorrow, no feeling No joy, no sadness Only pain and its end.
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