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Sunday, August 21, 2005
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"Untitled"
A crusifixion of death's embrace...
Superstition of your true motives...
Stronger...
Faster...
Wiser...
...Better....
Blood, sweat, and tears upon my face...
The pain is so great, but this is the only was...
The only fear is fear is itself...
No turning back...
The choice is mine...
I will spit venom into your wound...
Rip you heart from within...
You will not get to my head...
Find yourself on the ground...
Cold and lifeless...
Dead and forgotten....
Only one of us walks away...
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