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this is my promise to you the broken, who bleed silently, outlined in sickly red their masters, with glazed eyes and numb hands when skies fall, burning with disease to eradicate and reverse the error of everything this fucking mess I shall smile as the flesh drips from my face I will be laughing laughing at my reflection and at this misfortune undone this is your plague I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will From Letras Mania