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Sep 24, 2005 01:58

As I sleep with my fangs incased in my pockets
you arnt looking at the same person as you were
this is a different person with a spine the size of the world
you dont know me as your heart is pulsating in its bloody tomb

you must learn what it is that your trying to do
what your pain is showing me is your scared
your heart is beating but not for me
inside your flesh you squirm and spit
for your blood it is, it is not seed

I wish you well on your journey's I hope you had a good time
I want you to look at yourself as your are a god
for your world is pulsating in its dark searchlight
your beams burning whoever may pass
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