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Post by Kiba on May 5, 2009 16:03:25 GMT -6
There must be something wrong with me Something there that I can’t see There’s something there that no one likes And I can’t seem to make it right
We’re all just toy soldiers In this twisted game called life And we need something to stand for Something to make things right
And our fingers touch spindles as we Weave through the tainted matter of Human flesh…
Waiting to be forgotten
Slowly fading into the abyss of hatred and Darkness we ourselves created
And one by one we disappear into the Nothingness, Into the nothingness we go
Heart to heart Ashes to ashes We all fall down…
((i dont like this one.....))
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