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casamist Vs Young cel
ight man 10 lines Hear the tidings of MIST willing treason Wise words speak an end to thy mortal season Fed rife by minds behind all rhyme and reason Breathe the air, ye tainted by despair I crawl endlessly 'neath dread-darkened skies Painted black, grim guised clouds climb on high Emptying their eyes, raining red for thy lies Tears shed upon the cross I've brought to bear Raise me up again upon thy treason fields Where man once again destroys what man built ight man |
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