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Dedicated to
death...
Death he calls to me like a master of Satin
I must greet his call
in many ways i know i shouldnt
but i must
his night call is the best i ever heard
you can't run
you can't be forgiven
death i need you
get rid of my pain
now
please
end my pain
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