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Lost in a fray of torture tolchoke the wounds of the abondoned red oozes from the mouths of forgotten pores will gasp for air until swept clean break the gates and force entry gagged for secrecy's sake howls pierce the sky no one will come lost in a fray of torture tolchoke the wounds of the abondoned red oozes from the mouths of the forgotten pores will gasp for air until swept clean all encompassing masquerade nowhere will it be fought fear rampantly crawls across hope just a forethought in dimly lit heads From Letras Mania