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Inside the gates by 'MissRose'
They guard the gates With chains, locks And snarling rottweilers. They cover the pain With smiles, laughs And friendly conversations Fear does not consume them. It is the love That burned pure charcoal hate. So crack it open Just like an egg shell. See the charcoal crumble And the gates fall See the chains unwind And the locks unlock Watch the rottweilers cower As the blood pours out. Cascading down Like an avalanche. It's what you wanted. Isn't it? So crack it open. Watch it pour. No. You can't handle the truth.
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