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chapter ?: Grip
With the taste of greed
Running trough my tongue
The deals of sin
Written on my skin
I can feal the eyes
Blinking on my back
With his corrupt mind
That i drowned in lies
I can hear my voice
But can't see the meaning
Words of sorry
But It's not me thinking
Him kneeled on the ground
The river of tears
Meets the river of blood
With the blade in hands
Did it hurt him?
Blaming what I did
But giving in to the feelings
The same i gave in
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