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Ely By Mr_Cape Updated May 28, 2011


Evil men and hungry souls

In the neck you catch,

And wicked pours..

Is there any match?

To burn thy corn

If the crack is more

And tears are formed?

Destructive hearts and empty hole

Is triggered by blood

And nothing more..

Is there anything cruel

To win the force?

For none was made

Without the toils.

Greedy eyes and fiery tongues

Are created with lust

And unchained fangs.

Can there be something

To illuminate us?

If in the beginning it has sprung

Then it abyss it will surely come

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