The Finale

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By poison girl •

blinding lights blood is my only sight death can only make things right give it up or your going to die the damned voices recited from the sky grabbing the knife out of his back a showing it to where the simple lacks then putting it back right in his spine making him mine and only mine his soul started to fade and I started to decay dead within alone in my own skin till hells door the place where i adore

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May 21, 2007 17:03Angel of Music

this is very interesting. good job writing it!