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Love is our large concern But that's become difficult to share. She cannot open her eyes They've been glued by greed. I'm not in the habit of hurting a person Never relished violence But Margaret it's time for your injection. Should I fetch a priest and gun? Her trip is now beginning She dies unloved. She'll never be forgotten she made sure of that Selling back to people what they'd already got. I wish I missed you more not never a wound to heal. I wish I'd hurt you more pain is your just reward. I wish I'd killed you more pain is your just reward. Time is now mine to kill. Her corpse is now threatening to smell. I watch her blood congeal just skin and bones. She'll never be forgotten we'll paint on her grave And take from her kind any love that they'd made. From Letras Mania