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Cold, dead hands reach for my soul The time is nigh to pay the toll Idle hands, devils delight Will I ever wake up from this night I see them standing, waiting, staring Like I am some feast they plan on sharing Should I give them just a little taste As I beckon mornings saving grace Just a sip of whats in store When they return hungry for more Or invite them all into my bed Let them quench their thirst on tears Ive shed Let them sink their teeth into my soul Until they taste the pain That wont let go Perhaps the lust my flesh invokes Will be too much and they will choke Drunk and dizzy with desire Theyll let me live to feed their fire My dwindling fear will alas subside When I am master of this demon tribe They will one and all become my slaves Bowing down to the one they Crave
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 14:10:27 +0000

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