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Sick
written by Misery03:49 PM 7/7/04there is nothing 2 feel
knowing nothing is real
i am just a figment of ur imagination
tasting the blood gives you a great sensation
the relation iwth the living and dead collide
what pleasure do u find
find it in human pain
ur demons r slain
by the ppowers of the darkness
dismiss ur army have u won yet
let the powers guide u
what wil u do
will u stand before the army of god given creation
or is this just part of another imagination
feeling the dark sensation
relations between day and night r one
humans have had there fun
now its ours
powers that b
help us see
lead us in our magical workings
help us win this fight
in the night
let us have no light
wil u lead the fight
and sstand alone with the armies of all the alive in front on u really to kill what they believe is fantasy
wil u let them change ur destiny ...
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What is reality, what is fantasy. The Living dead = Don't Judge unless you understand. =
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