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10-10-2010, 09:25 AM
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The Beast.
The prey of the beast screamed
Bloody murder The line is so fine between Hoping and hurting Former believers they beg for release As love looking down on them Smiles and picks his teeth Trapped in between heaven and hell He knows all the secrets And don’t want to tell There’s nowhere to run and there’s Nowhere to hide Love knows you all too well He will find you Love is the ghost haunting your head Love is the killer you thought Was your friend Love is the creature who lives In the dark Sneaks up, will stick you And painfully pick you apart Love is a poet, love sings the songs Pointing his finger you follow along Voice are calling, The monster wants out of you Paws you and claws you, you try not to fall |
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