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casamist Vs Young cel
IP:
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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