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Poison

The Night Here Falls, Along with the Endless Sun Purple Poison Resides in our Veins of Gothic Nature In Heaven's Wrath, Those Angels have Left with Stern And Miles away, Here we are Dying Immature World may Never Stand, but on Fruits of Death The Defire Flammable brands Have Nothing Left to See My Unworthy Blood Burns, And Cities are on Fate Has already Been Damned, So Why I Won't Be The Raindrops have Changed, into Clusters of Stains Why These nights are all growing Darker, into Care The Tortures are Perverse, The Nature is in Pain The Superior Creation Has Now Turned into a Mere The Roses have Died, With Thorns inside our Skin And Finally Where do I lay my Scene?

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